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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Ντίνος Χριστιανόπουλος
Με κατάνυξη
‘Ελα να ανταλλάξουμε κορμί και μοναξιά.
Να σου δώσω απόγνωση, να μην είσαι ζώο,
να μου δώσεις δύναμη, να μην είμαι ράκος.
Να σου δώσω συντριβή, να μην είσαι μούτρο,
να μου δώσεις χόβολη, να μην ξεπαγιάσω.
Κι ύστερα να πέσω με κατάνυξη στα πόδια σου,
για να μάθεις πια να μην κλωτσάς.
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daily blabber,
Greek poets,
love,
missing you,
poetry,
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Sunday, 15 February 2009
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Friday, 26 December 2008
LOST
Friday, 19 December 2008
once upon a time...
Monday, 20 October 2008
it takes time to heal. i am in day 4. 4 days after the operation.
and i am really well. well and loved. i think i panicked my mother when i fainted a little after the surgery trying to walk in the orange-walled hospital corridor. Fainting is really really bad. it is. It is a little death, but reversed. this needs lots of explaining. Anyhow, now i am back home.
This home is made of love and friendship. Qualities rare to find in my life. I feel sooooo ME here, so relaxed and happy. When i look outside the window, i see masses of green trees and i hear a cock every morning. Just like how it was when i was 4 at my village up North and carefree. All i need is this home. And at a future day maybe my own. this is transit? i don't know/ all i care is that it makes me smile every time i enter the door here.
i have healed. and i don't mean the wound that is too fresh to talk about. itchy too. i have healed from all monstrous thoughts that have been gnawing my heart and my soul the last 10 years, and now i see the obvious; that they were too little to have made me so afraid. now i walk in love.
btw, have you listened to Monika's "AVATAR" CD? Gorgeous.
more to come, tomorrow.
i promise you...
and i am really well. well and loved. i think i panicked my mother when i fainted a little after the surgery trying to walk in the orange-walled hospital corridor. Fainting is really really bad. it is. It is a little death, but reversed. this needs lots of explaining. Anyhow, now i am back home.
This home is made of love and friendship. Qualities rare to find in my life. I feel sooooo ME here, so relaxed and happy. When i look outside the window, i see masses of green trees and i hear a cock every morning. Just like how it was when i was 4 at my village up North and carefree. All i need is this home. And at a future day maybe my own. this is transit? i don't know/ all i care is that it makes me smile every time i enter the door here.
i have healed. and i don't mean the wound that is too fresh to talk about. itchy too. i have healed from all monstrous thoughts that have been gnawing my heart and my soul the last 10 years, and now i see the obvious; that they were too little to have made me so afraid. now i walk in love.
btw, have you listened to Monika's "AVATAR" CD? Gorgeous.
more to come, tomorrow.
i promise you...
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Seneca - “While we are postponing, life speeds by.”
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