2013/10/21

...και θα 'ναι πιο όμορφα κι από ένα όνειρο...


Κλεμμένο ποδήλατο.   Στέρεο Νόβα.


Α stolen bike. (for my american friends... -not a wonderful translation, but you 'll get the meaning -)

You will cross the world one morning -
And it will be more beautifully than a dream...
because a new Love will be flowing like honey...
And from a point of earth this sun will rise
More beautiful than ever, like round gold
it will shine in your eyes like big diamont.

And I, what I dream without sleep
I pass through a crystal without fear
Because the dreams i do when I walk in the street
they are more honest than what the law foisted to us,
The law of a company , the law of a state
My country is a colony of a more large colony.



Colors from the war of a watercolor
colors of love and colors of violence
Bury the dolls and all your plastic guns
Knives , guns , any kind of tricks
Dreams of life, a blurry memory
Twirl like molecules of a large wandering
Like Saturn's rings stand above the head
The dreams I do when I'm awake in the dark.

It is like a magnet that makes me dream
Talking in buildings, clouds , or to pray
I would like to have a sea outside my house
And whenever it rains to fly from my balcony
Keeping your hand forever
In strawberry fields, on the linear valleys
And as a plane collides in my mind
Becoming your body one with my own
Tell me , tell me, what do you think about me
When our bodies stand crossed ?
And from one point of Earth this sun rises
Then someone aims to a target.

You will cross the world one morning
And it will be more beautifully than a dream...
Maybe we'll find a home to stay
A place to live and die
Talking to someone who has died
In snowy landscapes ,to trees from ink
Or to people who are looking for a direction
To the god , another country , an unknown address
On a computer screen , in a dog's dreams
In the rainbow, in the heart of a friend.

Save the pictures and everything you believe
In the book of your eyes is all that you want
Colors from the war of a watercolor
Love's colors and colors of violence
Bury the dolls and all your plastic guns
Knives , guns , any kind of tricks
Dreams of life, a blurry memory
Twirl like molecules of a large wandering
Like Saturn's rings stand above the head
The dreams I do when I'm awake in the dark

Καλή εβδομάδα να έχουμε.

2013/10/12

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Learn how to be
lonely. Learn what it’s like to know
that you are coming home to
yourself night after night—
that empty is just another word
for open.

— Kristina Haynes, from “The Not Love Poem