Χρωμα

Ολοι κατι θελουν ν αλλαξουν

οσοι ξερω

"θλιμμενοι" ολοι

με το κεφαλι ψηλα

βασικα θελουν ν αλλαξουν τα παντα

κι εγω το ιδιο..



θα ηθελα μια ζωη απ το μηδεν παλι



να χτισω



θα θελα να μπορω να χτισω..

θα θελα μια προκληση



κι ας εχανα στο τελος..



ολο αυτο το κενο

σ ενα λευκο δωματιο

να μπαινεις να βγαινεις

και ν αφηνεις μεσα του την παρανοια να μεγαλωνει



εκει στο μηδεν



μπαινεις βγαινεις

μονο για σενα

μεγαλωνεις κι εσυ μαζι της



ειναι ολα κενα εκει στο λευκο ομως..

θες λιγο καποιος να πεταξει λιγο χρωμα



χρωμα "ικανο"να ζωγραφησει στους τοιχους

να χει κι εκεινο αγαπηθει

να ξερει ν αγαπα..

δεν μαθαινεται αυτο..

Trapped

I feel like you all became like a blur here



shadowy men and women

pass me over



some stay to have a chat



love you all

being disgusted at the same time



that fight inside

so many dialogues

with me

with God

with my upper self



all the same

with the same



without shame



i cant suicide again

i passed that Karma

i don t even have that plenty of egoism now



though it would be different now



most of suicides

are based on egoism

on a "pay off"



i owe none anything like this



TRAPPED..

Sharpened..

Sharpened i am..



everything sharpened in my life



the way i move

the way i think

the stories i ve been through



my creations always..



everything has an edge

never degreeding smooth

most of them sharpened in the middle

and then comes the smoothness



maybe the style of my movement which i can never see..



many "names" i ve been given

and a lot of comments of my hands motion

always



wish i could see that once

"delicate childish"



maybe my hands reflect my soul as i think over it now



this child that will never really really grow up inside..



haha i wish..

over-boiled broccolli and salmon

..- " And you miss ? "

- " Broccoli and salmon for me.. thank you"


i choose broccoli over-boiled that i hate ha

but with the salmon on the side ..


..its the complement of the colors

when you put a green next to a red each one empower s each other

in every shade


if the shade matches

then it s the perfection


and the taste..

delicious..

Deaf

- "Are you deaf or what?"

- " I just refuse to hear your "music" it gives a pain to my ears"


-" Are you fucking blind?"

- " i can see "crystal clear" but i raise my hands over my eyes when i feel blinded by the view"


- " Are you an idiot or something?"

- " I deny to spend my brains energy on basics"


- " Are you senseless ?"

- " Make me feel.."

inspired from "Le sens propre"

I was dreaming again



woke up from that noise

outside



i stepped to my window

i dropped a look outside



too much noise for me out there



i ll close that window

figured with all those stickers i ve collected all those years



i m really bored of those games

with the stones

and balloons



i only want to hide myself

behind my room s curtains



i ll maybe drop a stone against the window

sometimes

to exteriorize my anger



i hate my Birthdays

i ve been a clumsy

organized



i allowed my mother

have a look inside once

when i was still a candy seeker



she looked around for the antidote



she thought she offered me the right key..

Sandra part zero

I was thinking of you

never dropped a call



i was thinking of that labyrinth of words

we would exchange

with no meaning



anger and confusion most of them

maybe a drop of what we call cry

all alone after



so much energy

in all those we wanna throw up on them



no reason



the problem is that we feel no reason

at all

both



You are like me waiting for that lost

gang member



to cruel each other thoughts in a gentle way

caressing each other s hand



you thought once more to leave

but i gave you a point



"have lunch tomorrow ?"



great point for me too



you feel old like me

so young to have that kind of feeling..



you made your self experience that car crash again

and again

you thought you were stable



i wont say " i told you "



you had to..



new one tomorrow

bright shine like those just brushed teeth of a child

maybe a little bit irregularly fitted



you remembered of that day

i was crying flipping those photos of me as a child



No Sandra we can t go back again..



we have to deal with it

we ll find the way..



and painful is the way because that s what we are used to

it s not the only way..

οταν βαριεσαι μ ολα αυτα..

Οταν τους βαριεσαι ολους τι κανεις?

οταν ειναι προβλεψημοι?

οταν ο ηχος τους ειναι σαν κουνουπι στ αυτια σου


τι κανεις τοτε?


Ξερω κι αλλους σαν κι εμενα
ο καθενας κανει κατι αλλο


αλλοι τιμωρουν τον εαυτο τους κατα καποιο τροπο
καθονται στο τραπεζι της κουζινας οταν γυρνουν απ την δουλεια
δεν διανοουνται να επιτρεψουν στον εαυτο τους την ξεκουραση του νου

απαγορευεται να κατσεις στον καναπε!

αλλοι σαν κι εμενα
βρισκουν την ουσια σε καποια "ουσια"

τοσο νεα να "καταστρεφομαι"
τι κριμα

αν μ εβλεπα απ εξω
θα ηταν σπαρακτηκο το ταξιδι

τοσο νεα..

is it a prize or a curse?

Is that really

a madness state?



the state of love

that blooming of liquid arms and legs

lips and eyelashes dancing combing each others?



is that a schizophrenic state

or is it the hug

of the hole meaning?



we are wishing to kiss her on the forehead



but it becomes difficult to let the moment dance

maybe



we exchange our energy

on one night "loving each other"



we drink the minutes at the last drop



but that

all that

can t conquer our thirst

our hunger



for a real love



as i think now

i believe most of us experienced it

in it s whole

for an amount of time



and we saw it blurring

through times



giving a shield as a prize

is it a prize or a curse?

Camomile

Ειμαι παλι εκει

μολις κατεβηκα απ τον ανελκυστηρα



και δεν ξερω που ειμαι

χαθηκα παλι..



βλεπω την εξωπορτα

οπως παντα σκοτεινη



δεν εχω αλλη επιλογη



αν μπω παλι μεσα

θ αρχισει παλι να κατεβαινει



ποιος ξερει ποσο βαθια θα με παει..



ας βγω εδω..



Ποσο ομορφα..τι φοβομουν?

λογω καποιας παλιας αναμνησης μαλλον



ο ηλιος λαμπει γλυκος εδω

δεν μου καιει το δερμα



μου χαιδευει το προσωπο

με χερι πιο απαλο κι απ της μητερας μου



Ποσα πολλα λουλουδια

ανθισμενα μες το Φθινωπορο



ουτε ενα φυλλο κατω..



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να κανω την μυρωδια να με μεθησει



Και τωρα τ αγαπημενο μου

θα κυληστω στα χαμομηλια

μεχρι να γινω πρασινη



Κανεις εδω μονο εγω..

καπου μεσα μου ειμαι χαμηλα



Θα περιμενω

θα μεινω εδω



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