glory box - portishead

Anathema - Inner Silence

Pulled me over...

  Many years ago someone told me that the only thing that really matters in this life is love, and I believed her...Frustrated, lost beneath the shadows of my many lovestory books I was drowning for so many years, 'cause I believed her, I had faith in love no matter how many times shattered me. Every love story has an end, a middle and a fragile start. I lived an intense life, careless for what people say, I am free. Love is the wings that let you fly, love is the air between your floating hair, love is the sun caressing you in summers morning, love is the snowflakes dancing with you in winters arms. All my life felt so much love cause I knew where should I notice and where should I listen and see.
  The most beautiful love moment in my life  was with someone who made me love him until the day that i wont be here no long, some one who was always toughting me so pure and innocent.The most beautiful moment in my life was a walk, a walk in the forest and then the rain, the raindrops washed all my pain away, wet and cold he covered me with his jacket, without saying a word we just walk embraced even it was rainning we had eachother no matter what.I fell in love with the sadness in his eyes, his look had a whole story hide, a lonely heart a mystical passion. That was love. Pure clean soft love.
  I had many love storys in my life and the most of them are painfull, but deep in side me I know that I should not weep 'cause I lived it. Love is everywhere around us we just refuse to see it , simple moments of life, simple people around us, even the smile of a stranger in the street who looks you and pass by is love. Is the emotions of every action. A smell of a rose , his look, his laughter the way he pulled the strings is love.
  So many years after i realise how shallow people are, misarable, week and blind. Busy materialists, always snivel wanting more and more. Looking for the ideal lovemate who is never good enough. This is not love.
Romance is the coincidence of life, is the random things that come when you dont expect them. 
  The old lady was right, the only thing that matters is love, pure love, which is offered in every breath in every look in every smell and tought around us.

Methusmenes skepseis, methusmenes eikones zalismenes anamniseis kai omws toso ksekathara sunaisthimata bathia krummena mesa mou gia sena kai mono. Ekana to bhma, espasa ton kathrefth kai afisa to egw mou na pesei katw se xiliades mikroskopika kommatia gia sena, espasa ton kathreuth mou kai afisa thn psuxh mou na eleutherwthei kai na akouseis auta pou gia mena einai krummena mustika mesa ston fovismeno eauto mou, san mousiki, san melwdia sou paredwsa thn kardia mou kai esu apla thn afises matwmenh na pesh anamesa sta tosa gualistera kommatia tou plhgwmenou eidwlou mou. Kai anarwththika an pote me koitakses opws eiimai, an pote eides poia pragmatika eimai,egw h toso mikri me ta tosa lathh kai omws toso megalh gia na ta paradextw, kai esu toso megalos gia na me krineis alla toso mikros gia na min mporeseis na deis pera apo to athlio egw sou k na me sunxwreseis. Telika mesa sth mikrotita mou apodeiktika gennaia se amfisvitisa, se dialeksa k se ekana ena me tis stibes apo ta tsalakwmena skitsa mou, mporei na ta petaksa alla den pauoun na exoun ena kommati tou euatou mou mesa tous giati egw ta dhmiourgisa, apo ta xeria mou, th skepsh k ta oneira mou ftiaxtikan. Isws kai esu na ftiaxthkes etsi apo ta oneira mou apo tis ateleiwtes skepseis pou sou afierwna plathontas se sto mualo mou san to teleio dhmiourgima. Xrwmata bgainoun mesa apo mia tholi matia gurw mou, xrwmata sta xeria mou, oxi toso zwntana akoma alla einai xrwmata, afisa to grizo k aggiksa to mple to kokkino k eftiaksa to mwv, dhmiourgisa k eleutherwthka. Pikroglukes eikones , mousikes kai oneira apotupwsa ta mouskepsa me ta dakrua mou k eplina thn matwmeni mou psuxh gia alli mia fora, koitazontas to fws, giati telika oso sfixta kai an kleiseis ta matia sou oso kala kleidwmena k an exeis ta parathurofulla sou , to fws tha brei mia sxismi kai tha erthei na se tarakounisei, na se ksupnisei apo th methh. Den metaniwnw gia tipota kai an guriza to xrono pisw pali se sena tha gurnousa kai tha ekana ta panta apo thn arxi kai tha sou ta edeina ola ksana xwris na logariasw thn kourash alles ekato fores tha to kana k den me noiazei to telos den me noiazei h kataliksei giati to taksidi aksizei kai as hsoun ena oneiro, aksizei kaneis na thusiazetai gia ta oneira tou.

Οι 7 νανοι στο SS CYRENIA

Εφτά. Σε παίρνει αριστερά, μην το ζορίζεις.
Μάτσο χωράνε σε μια κούφιαν απαλάμη.
Θυμίζεις κάμαρες κλειστές, στεριά μυρίζεις.
Ο πιο μικρός αχολογάει μ' ένα καλάμι.

Γυαλίζει ο Σημ της μηχανής τα δυο ποδάρια.
Ο Ρεκ λαδώνει στην ανάγκη το τιμόνι.
Μ' ένα φτερό ξορκίζει ο Γκόμπυ τη μαλάρια
κι ο στραβοκάνης ο Χαράμ πίτες ζυμώνει.

Απ' το ποδόσταμο πηδάνε ως τη γαλέτα.
-Μπορώ ποτέ να σου χαλάσω το χατήρι;
Κόρη ξανθή και γαλανή που όλο εμελέτα
ποιος ρήγα γιός θε να την πιεί σ' ένα ποτήρι.

Ραμάν αλλήθωρε, τρελέ, που λύνεις μάγια,
κατάφερε το σταυρωτό του νότου αστέρι
σωρός να πέσει να σκορπίσει στα σπιράγια,
και πες του κάτω από ένα δέντρο να με φέρει.

Ο Τοτ, του λείπει το ένα χέρι μα όλο γνέθει,
τούτο το απίθανο σινάφι να βρακώσει.
Εσθήρ, ποια βιβλική σκορπάς περνώντας μέθη;
Ρούθ, δε μιλάς; Γιατί τρεκλίζουμε οι διακόσιοι;

Κουφός ο Σάλαχ το κατάστρωμα σαρώνει.
- Μ' ένα ξυστρι καθάρισέ με απ' τη μοράβια.
Μα είναι κάτι πιο βαθύ που με λερώνει.
- Γιέ μου πού πας; Μάνα, θα πάω στα καράβια.

Κι έτσι μαζί με τους εφτά κατηφοράμε.
Με τη βροχή, με τον καιρό που μας ορίζει.
Τα μάτια σου ζούνε μια θάλασσα, θυμάμαι...
Ο πιο στερνός μ΄έναν αυλό με νανουρίζει.

Κουφός ο Σάλαχ το κατάστρωμα σαρώνει.
- Μ' ένα ξυστρι καθάρισέ με απ' τη μοράβια.
Μα είναι κάτι πιο βαθύ που με λερώνει.
- Γιέ μου πού πας; Μάνα, θα πάω στα καράβια.