The End

Faded and rusty memories that decay
the former glory of one moment's dare

And so I gazed upon you...
completely at odds with reality
trapped in an endless circle of sorrow and regret
And so you gazed upon me...
I never hoped that you'd understand especially now,
haunted by the shadows of fears they've planted in my head
taken over inch by inch
unable to stay, impossible to escape
making me feel uneasy with what I felt back then,
then when all seemed to fall into place...

An outlook of a world intertwined with my new perception
the seeds of doubt have been planted,
it's far too late to look back now
when hope seems to vanish
when breath seems to shorten...

Cracks into the construct of the perfect logic,
the one corrupted by greed and ambition
misleading us into those paths we never intended crossing...
They never believed in us
cause we never truly believed in ourselves...
We never found what we sought
cause it never matched their wishes

And here we end up again...
gazing upon each other
eyes speaking the words our mouths could never say,
the sayings of the heart the mind desperately tries to bury...

They won...
It's alright, one must know when to walk away
when it's time for the wounds to be healed
It's alright...
As long as we have each other...

Naturalistic

I wished to study and analyse nature in places that the human factor has not attempted to alter its state.

It’s really fascinating if you take a closer look at places that are literally taken back by nature. It’s almost as if nature seeks its revenge through the thorns surrounding collapsing surfaces, but on the other hand it can be viewed as a defence against the constant human factor interfering with its various aspects.

There is so much beauty and sensitivity in landscapes, which comes in complete contrast with the wild side of nature. So randomly spread and unarranged, there is nothing to put them into place or fixed positions.

On a deeper level, the wilderness and roughness pictured can represent the contrast in human emotions. The spontaneous and independent part, but it also expresses an inner rage. Just like a rose, which is extremely delicate and beautiful, while on the other hand its thorns contrasting all these, threatening and sharp, they show that if you try to cut it, it will hurt you back.

That's the way nature works... Another system?

I wonder when it will be our turn, when nature's rage will fall upon us...

Together Forever

Ithela na sou po pos kapies nixtes se skeftome...

Ne tote to niosa, se misisa st' alithia. San musiki, glikia ma apomakri tha se exo stin kardia mou. San tragoudi apoxeretismou tis aprositis outopias pou mou xarises. Den iparxi xoros gia alla dakria, oxi tora, mono mia glikopikri sigi pou kouvala tis anamnisis ton oson zisame. Ta sintrimia ton xartinon pirgon pou xtisame, ta onira pou gremmistikan se mia stigmi.

Se thimame na gelas, xaroumeni ke eleftheri. Ekanes tin kardia mou na skirtai monaxa me ena sou vlemma, oi leksis perittes. Sta matia sou vriskontan ola ta asteria, olo mou to simpan. Ipirksa gia sena. Ke tora i apousia sou avastaxa dini tin thesi tis ston pono. San foties pou me perikiklonnoun ta lathoi, me kene, me skotonnoun, mou klevoune arga ti zoi. Ne se skeftome, ke s'agapo...

Osa ke na mas xorizoun, ego tha kratao afta pou mas enonnoun san sterni ikona sto mialo, san ena oniro tholo, tha se kratao edo... Oso ke na se makria, gia mena tha se edo. Edo pou se ethapsa sto piso meros tis kardias mou. Eki opou den mpori na se pari kanis, eki pou tha ise monaxa diki mou...

Na prosexis mikri mou, ekina ta matia pou agapo. Na se kala ke eftixismeni, mono afto zito.

Wake me up when September Ends

Mpike ke o Septembris, me ola tou ta epakoloutha. To kako ksekinise ke kaneis den prokite na to stamatisi. Ti grigora pou kilai o xronos. Toso grigora pou arxisa na meno piso. Tora apla trexo na prolavo. Trexo alla matea, panta vriskete ena vima mprosta mou, pote den perimeni kanena.

Etsi ke to fetino kalokeri ftanni adoksa sto telos tou. Den leo, kala perasame, alla pote kanis den ine apolita etimos na apoxeretisi tis kales stigmes. Terma oi diakopes, ta ksenixtia ke i asoti zoi, ta pronomia tou kalokeriou. Gia akoma mia fora to kathikon kali, stis taksis, sta sxolia.

Ksekinontas apo avrio, tha ksipnao apo to xarama, me ton ekkofantiko ixo pou paragete apo to ksipnitiri mou. Tha exo opsi agria, xlomi gia na epivioso stis diskoles ores pou mou epifilassonte. Fones, dulia ke paragogikotita. Odigies na akolouthisis, piesi, ke apetisis anarithmites. To agxos omos den tha me molini, oxi afti ti fora, den tha to epitrepso.

I routina tha erthi na pari tin polipothiti ekdikisi tis. Emis omos den tha sinetistoume! Emis omos den ptooumaste! Tha kratisoume gia panta to kalokeri stin kardia mas, eki opou kanis den mpori na mas to pari, eki opou an to epileksoume, pote den telionni...