Σάββατο, 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

i want somebody who will love to take long showers with me,
and sing with me while we are showering,
or stay with me in there for hours and talk about everything,
i want somebody who will dance with me half naked in the living room a random moring because the feeling of intoxication makes everything so much more powerful and synchronised,
like the music in my ears, my body's motion and the beat of my heart which are cordinated perfectly because my love makes everything fall into line,
i want somebody who will make me need to follow him like a puppy around the house,
because i really like his company and i cannot get enough of him,
i want someone who even when i wrap myself around him like an octapus its not enough,because if i could i would hide myself inside his body
i want someone who's hug will make me feel so fullfiled that it hurts.
i want somebody who will show me the things i dont know,
and i want somebody who will open a door inside my heart,
that leads to galaxies i didnt even know i carried in me since the day i was born,
or revive others that have been asleep for ages,
i want somebody who will sit with me on a couch because he enjoys beeing lazy together and watch documentaries, or really cult movies,
read poems, analyse sculptures discuss about philosophy,about our deepest fears and embarassments and all the fantasies our mind produces.
i want to be able to spill my darkness in front of him without be ashamed,
and still looks at me like i am a the sky full of dancing stars or a moving stardust.
i need somebody who will make me so creative so i will be able to transform something really ordinary to extraordinary.
i dont need anybody to help me be,
i want someone who is going to start a fire in my yard,
burn down the phoenix inside
and afterwards he will stay still
and in silence watch it reborn.

Πέμπτη, 18 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

ti kamneis? kapoies meres san simera en m areskei i monaxia alla oute i parea mou areskei! merikes meres san simera thelw na perpato mesa stous dromous k apla na niwthw oti en ime moni m alla na ime moni mou. isos fteei pou gemizei pali to feggari , isos fteei to oti ime gunaika k mia fora to mina exo ekrixeis pou ormones mesa mou, isos ften k ta 2, malon ften k ta 2. sigoura fteei to oti ime gunaika giati prospa8isa na apotiposw to gegonos oti exo periodo me eugeniko tropo les kai einai kapoio egklima! exo periodo re pousti mou xese mas me tous kalous tropous k ta koinwnika sou kolotampou. poios na mporei na antexei autes tis meres m? anarotioume an tha ipirxe pote kapoios anthrwpos pou tha mporouse na me dei mesa sta matia j na mporouse na me agapisei gia oula m ta lathi j oula mou ta kaka k tis ormones k tis ashimes mou stigmes ,
kai na mou elege mia lexi pou tha me ekane na pistepsw pos i zoi den einai psema.
en xero poia lexi thelw na akousw.
poia lexi thelw na akousw?
thelw epitelous na mporo egw na mou po toutes tis magikes lexis k na mporesw egw moni mou na kamw ton kosmo mou omorfo!
thelw na ime olokliri na ime xoma na ime vroxi kai na ime ilios
I cover myself with clouds to feel like the Earth feels
her courage is that of someone who,
without knowing herself,
nevertheless proceeds.
it is fatal not to know oneself,
and not to know oneself requires courage
i dont know who i am when i am not trembling

Κυριακή, 14 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

πως μπορεις να συνηθισεις μεσα σε ενα σωμα το οποιο μονιμως αλλαζει ,
πως μπορεις να αγαπησεις ενα εαυτο που συνεχεια αλλαζει,
πως μπορεις να μην αγαπας κανενα αλλο περιμενοντας να αγαπησεις ενα εαυτο που ολο αλλαζει
προσπαθωντας να μη γινεσαι εγωιστης και να πληγωνεις ατομα
απομακρυνεις τον εαυτο σου απο τους ανθρωπους
για να μην τους πονεσεις
αλλα ξεχνας πως ολοι ειναι πλεον ενηλικες
και επιλγουν να ρισκαρουν

knowing that you always hurt people
one way or another
you might as well try to love them
all the way to the bottom

Τετάρτη, 10 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

my eyes always fall on men with long hair.

 his hair hung in his eyes a little, and yes, maybe he resembled a girl, but from then on, something about long locks caught my eye. I was still at the age where you didn’t necessarily want sex, you just wanted to crush your face against their cute face and feel the zing of a “hello,” as it passed by your locker.

long hair meant play time.
it meant longing.
 lingering.
 romance.
but it also told me that the object of my affections was a rebel
ready to spin me around the wrong way on the tire swing and let me spiral around, my shoes flying off in opposite directions.

Τρίτη, 9 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

είμαστε η γεννιά που ψάχνει τη ταυτότητα της,
η γεννιά των συντομογραφιών
είμαστε αυτοί που ερωτευόμαστε το απίθανο
είμαστε η απελευθερωμένοι
οι χιπστερς
είμαστε αυτές με τα ψευτικα βυζιά και τα ψευτικα χείλη,
είμαστε αυτοί που κρύβουν το πρόσωπο τους μέσα σε γένια και μαλιά
είμαστε αυτές που κρύβουν το πρόσωπο τους πίσω από μπογιές κοκκινάδια και μάσκαρες
είμαστε αυτοί που λατρεύουν το σώμα και μισούν τη ψυχή
είμαστε η γεννιά της υπερβολής
είμαστε η γενιά της τεχνολογίας
η γεννιά που θα μάθει να πετά
είμαστε τα παιδιά της αβεβαιότητας ,της ανασφάλειας και της απελπισίας
είμαστε οι άνθρωποι που αγγαλιάζουμε απεγνωσμένα 
είμαστε τα παιδιά που δεν έχουμε πατρίδα
είμαστε αυτοί που μάχονται φανατικά ενάντια στο φανατισμό
είμαστε αυτοί που διασχίζουμε τη θάλασσα πάνω σε μια σχεδία
είμαστε η γεννιά που δεν υπερασπίζεται την αγαπη.




Δευτέρα, 8 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

I've heard that there's a kind of bird without legs that can only fly and fly, and sleep in the wind when it is tired. The bird only lands once in its life... that's when it dies.
We fall in love with strangers whose face radiate a familiar power that reminds us of something lost before we had it.
http://sleepwalking.nu/
http://rustyvoices.tumblr.com/
how artistic we become when our heart is broken,

Σάββατο, 6 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

I’m a little less me than I was. The poem
pretends to be me but it isn’t right.[…]
I write poems to remember who I wasn’t
but who I could have been: