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"iris"
απο το soundtrack της ταινιας city of angels

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Who
Cares
How
I
Write?
My
Style
Is
My
Own

Your hateful comments…
Will NOT change me…
I laugh at…
Your arrogance…
As well as…
Your ignorance…

Who actually really cares
About the ellipses that I use?
As long as I’m truly inspired
And am intimate with my muse

Constructive criticism

Is we need
What all

And those such supportive comments
Are true critiques, indeed

Why be hateful or just plain mean,
Or comment with condescension,
What about the passion of the writer?
You conveniently forget to mention…

So, LOSE the twelve-inch corn cob,
Tear down your guarded wall,
And lighten up and realize,
Talent lies in the heart of us all!!!


κάτι που βρήκα στο ίντερνετ και μου άρεσε

some where

some where i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i can not touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriosly) her first rose

or if your wish is to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully every where descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fraility: whose texture
compels me with the color of it's countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.


E.E.Cumings

what is so close?
what is so away?
only happyness

φοβερος ο cumings! thanx for sharing!

\MayaMaya γυρνοβολούσα στο internet και ξάφνου.. βρήκα το παρακάτω.




Edwin Arlington Robinson - Maya

Through an ascending emptiness of night,
Leaving the flesh and complacent mind
Together in their suffciency behind,
The soul of man went up to a far height;
And where those others would have had no sight
Or sense of else than terror for the blind,
Soul met the Will, and was again consigned
To the surpreme illusion which is right.

"And what goes on up there," the Mind inquired,
"That I know not already to be true?"—
"More than enough, but not enough for you,"
Said the descending Soul: "Here in the dark,
Where you are least revealed when most admired,
You may still be the bellows and the spark."

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Κάτι θέλω να σου πω,
όμως όχι τώρα.
Το βράδυ όταν θα πέσει,
τότε-τότε μόνο.
Όταν θαπλωθεί η σιωπή της νύχτας,
όταν το πυκνό παντούθε θαπλωθεί σκοτάδι.

Θέλω, όταν η νύχτα πέσει,
να μ' ακούσεις.
Θέλω, όταν πέσει το σκοτάδι,
να αφουγκρασθείς,
Καλή μου,
της έρημης καρδιάς μου την οδύνη,
τον άφατο της δύσμοιρης καρδιάς μου πόνο.

Όταν στον κήπο θαντιβρύζουν τα άνθη
και το μεθυστικό σκορπίζουν το άρωμά τους,
τότε κάτι θα σου πω,
θα σου θροϊσω κάτι.
Όμως όχι τώρα. Ναναι βράδυ,
σκοτεινό ένα βράδυ!

Jean Moreas
<<Κάτι θέλω>>

e.e. cummings - i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Καθόμουν χτές σε ένα καλό μου φίλο και χαζέυαμε, όταν έβαλε ένα παλιό και ξεχασμένο κομμάτι αλλά τόσο επίκαιρο. Πραγματικά διαχρονικό...


Written and composed by michael jackson.
Produced by michael jackson.


What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain...
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we’ve shed before
Did you ever stop this notice
This crying earth this we make sure?

Aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah

What have we done to the world
Look what we’ve done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying earth this we make sure?

Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaah

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don’t know where we are
Although I know we’ve drifted far

Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaah

Hey, what about yesterday
(what about us)
What about the seas
(what about us)
The heavens are falling down
(what about us)
I can’t even breathe
(what about us)
What about everything
(what about us)
I have given you
(what about us)
What about nature’s worth
(ooo,ooo)
It’s our planet’s womb
(what about us)
What about animals
(what about it)
We’ve turned kingdoms to dust
(what about us)
What about elephants
(what about us)
Have we lost their trust
(what about us)
What about crying whales
(what about us)
We’re ravaging the seas
(what about us)
What about forest trails
(ooo, ooo)
Burnt despite our pleas
(what about us)
What about the holy land
(what about it)
Torn apart by creed
(what about us)
What about the common man
(what about us)
Can’t we set him free
(what about us)
What about children dying
(what about us)
Can’t you hear them cry
(what about us)
Where do we go wrong
(ooo, ooo)
Someone tell me why
(what about us)
What about baby boy
(what about it)
What about the days
(what about us)
What about all their joy
(what about us)
What about the men
(what about us)
What about the crying man
(what about us)
What about abraham
(what was us)
What about death again
(ooo, ooo)
Do we give a damn

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Εμεις οι Λιγοι"

Eίμαστε εμείς οι ονειροπαρμένοι τρελλοί της γης
Με τη φλογισμένη καρδιά και τα έξαλλα μάτια.
Είμαστε οι αλύτρωτοι στοχαστές και οι τραγικοί ερωτευμένοι.
Χίλιοι ήλιοι κυλούνε μες στο αίμα μας
Κι ολλούθε μας κυνηγά το όραμα του απείρου.
Η φόρμα δεν μπορεί να μας δαμάσει.
Εμείς ερωτευτήκαμε την ουσία του είναι μας
Κι σ’ όλους με τους έρωτες αυτής αγαπούμε.
Είμαστε οι μεγάλοι ενθουσιασμένοι κι οι μεγάλοι αρνητές.
Κλείνουμε μέσα μας τον κόσμο όλο κι δεν είμάστε τίποτα απ
Αυτόν τον κόσμο
Οι μέρες μας είναι μια πυρκαγιά κι οι νύχτες μας ένα πέλαγο.
Γύρω μας αντηχεί το γέλιο των ανθρώπων.

Είμαστε οι προάγγελοι του χάους

(Λενα Τσουχλου 1946)

25 MΑΪΟΥ

Ένα πρωϊ θ' ανοίξω την πόρτα
και θαβγω στους δρόμους
όπως και χτές.
Και δεν θα συλλογιέμαι παρά
ένα κομμάτι απ' τον πατέρα
κι ένα κομμάτι απ' τη θάλασσα - αυτά που μ' αφησαν -
και την πόλη. Την πόλη που τη σάπισαν.
Και τους φίλους μας που χάθηκαν.
Ένα πρωϊ θ' ανοίξω την πόρτα
ίσα ολοϊσα στη φωτιά
και θα μπώ όπως και χτές
φωνάζοντας "φασίστες!!"
στήνοντας οδοφράγματα και πετώντας πέτρες
μ' ένα κόκκινο λάβαρο
ψηλά να γυαλίζει στον ήλιο.
Θ' ανοίξω την πόρτα
κι είναι - όχι πως φοβάμαι -
μα να θέλω να σου πώ, πως δεν πρόλαβα
και πως εσύ πρέπει να μάθεις
να μην κατεβαίνεις στο δρόμο
χωρίς όπλα, όπως εγώ
- γιατί εγώ δεν πρόλαβα -
γιατί τότε θα χαθείς όπως κι εγώ
"έτσι" "αόριστα"
σπασμένη σε κομματάκια
απο θάλασσα, χρόνια παιδικά
και κόκκινα λάβαρα.
Ένα πρωϊ
θ' ανοίξω την πόρτα
και θα χαθώ
με τ' όνειρο της επανάστασης
μες την απέραντη μοναξιά
των δρόμων που θα καίγονται,
μες την απέραντη μοναξιά
των χάρτινων οδοφραγμάτων
με τον χαρακτηρισμό - μην τους πιστέψεις! -
Προβοκάτορας.


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