ΛΙΜΝΗ - ΝΕΟΧΩΡΙ(Η θέση των μαργαριτών)
ό, τι δίνουμε λαμβανόμαστε
ό, τι παίρνουμε κλεβόμαστε
σας δίνω τη ζωή μου
θα πάρετε,
ή θα κλέψετε?
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Muse....
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Μούσα είστε ο αναγνώστης
είμαι το βιβλίο
είμαι κάθε λέξη
είμαι ο ζωγράφος
είστε η ζωγραφική
είστε κάθε σημάδι βουρτσών
είμαι το βιβλίο
είμαι κάθε λέξη
είμαι ο ζωγράφος
είστε η ζωγραφική
είστε κάθε σημάδι βουρτσών
είμαστε η μουσική
κάθε σημείωση
κάθε σημείωση
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Ditto....
And when you reveal yourself (to me)
What will i do with you?
Will you give me then, the right to abuse you,
Traduce you, take advantage of your love?
Yes, you will give me this right!
What will i present you in return?
How will i repay you?
I will allow you to violate me,
Deceive me and betray me?
Why hold something so precious,
So tense?
There is no need
As the ache will surely let us fall
I choose to wait for your hand
To encompass me, to hold me
Comfort me
And one day you will find yourself
In my open hand
Disburdened of fear
You won't know how you got there
But you will want to remain there
For where you want to be........
Ditto.
What will i do with you?
Will you give me then, the right to abuse you,
Traduce you, take advantage of your love?
Yes, you will give me this right!
What will i present you in return?
How will i repay you?
I will allow you to violate me,
Deceive me and betray me?
Why hold something so precious,
So tense?
There is no need
As the ache will surely let us fall
I choose to wait for your hand
To encompass me, to hold me
Comfort me
And one day you will find yourself
In my open hand
Disburdened of fear
You won't know how you got there
But you will want to remain there
For where you want to be........
Ditto.
Have we met before....?
That one, warm day
Hazy.... heady
Scent of pleasured grass
Amongst daisies and others
We were alone, complete
Feeling that warmth
Happiness
Grounded in your eyes
Lost in your smile
You smiled at me
With me
Why did you leave before the chain was finished
Before i could give you my gift?
Did we have to wait a lifetime
Until next June?
One way, or another
I found you.... You found me
Chance? Accident? Luck? Fate?
There is little chance of two individuals finding one another in such a dense division
Accidents require certain factors to occur which were never present
What of luck? Why weren't we blessed with this prodigious prize before? Long before
Which leaves us with fate! A complex concept to accept
So, what if we just allow ourselves?
Embrace this faith, accept that, one way or another we breathe the same atmosphere.
I subsist in you as you do in me.... and enjoy.
Meeting the Publisher....
Mr. Barrie (B:) - Writer
Mr. Travorsky (T:) - Publisher
Secretary (S:) - Secretary
Guest (G:) - Guest
S: Mr. Travorsky, there is a Mr. Barrie here to see you.
T: ........ Yes.... er.... send him in.
S: You sound a bit rough sir, i do hope you are not getting the flu........ Mr. Travorsky will see you now, please enter.
*Mr. Barrie enters the plush office-come-second, third or fourth home. He sees a rather 'young' man standing, staring out of the panoramic windows*
B: Mr. Travorsky?
T: Er.... n.... yes........ Take a seat.... er....
B: Mr. Barrie.... I have an appointment!
T: Appointment, yes, of course........ You're late!
B: Actually I'm...
*Mr. Barrie is rudely interrupted by Mr. Travorsky*
T: Sit.... Sit........ and I'll sit too. On my er.... lovely, comfortable chair here!
*The two men sit, contemplating one another suspiciously*
T: So what are we here for Mr. Br.... Bo....
B: Barrie.... as in J. M. Barrie.
T: Jamboree?! Ha, ha, ha.... Jamboree.
B: My book 'Sweet Potatoes'.... You wanted to....
*Mr. Travorsky interrupts again*
T: Ah, yes, let me just get it up on the screen.
*Mr. Travorsky taps the keyboard in front of him in a nonchalant manner. A recipe for 'Green Spaghetti' appears on the screen which is out of Mr. Barrie's eye line*
T: I've read better Mr. Boree.... I've read worse too! I remember a story about a goldfish and an egg, ha ha ha.... Er, yes.... er....
B: You don't like it?
T: It's not that i don't like it........ It's the book-buying public.... They won't like it! They won't get it! A story about potatoes?!
B: It's about chocolate.... and the demise of the human race!
T: No-one ever died eating chocolate Mr. Boree. You're wasting your time.
B: Then i am sorry for wasting your time Mr. Travorsky, very sorry indeed.
*Mr. Barrie, reluctantly leaves the office, glancing back to see Mr. Travorsky spinning round on his luxurious, swivel chair. Mr. Travorsky enters his office from the adjoining bathroom*
T: Who was that you were talking to Greaves?
G: No-one sir.... Just talking to myself.... no-one special.
T: I have a Mr. Barrie coming to see me shortly, in fact he's a bit late! I didn't think he was the type to be late! Oh well, he is a very rare, raw talent. I'd like you to sit in on this meeting Greaves, you could learn a lot from him. In the meantime could you arrange some tea and biscuits please.
Mr. Travorsky (T:) - Publisher
Secretary (S:) - Secretary
Guest (G:) - Guest
S: Mr. Travorsky, there is a Mr. Barrie here to see you.
T: ........ Yes.... er.... send him in.
S: You sound a bit rough sir, i do hope you are not getting the flu........ Mr. Travorsky will see you now, please enter.
*Mr. Barrie enters the plush office-come-second, third or fourth home. He sees a rather 'young' man standing, staring out of the panoramic windows*
B: Mr. Travorsky?
T: Er.... n.... yes........ Take a seat.... er....
B: Mr. Barrie.... I have an appointment!
T: Appointment, yes, of course........ You're late!
B: Actually I'm...
*Mr. Barrie is rudely interrupted by Mr. Travorsky*
T: Sit.... Sit........ and I'll sit too. On my er.... lovely, comfortable chair here!
*The two men sit, contemplating one another suspiciously*
T: So what are we here for Mr. Br.... Bo....
B: Barrie.... as in J. M. Barrie.
T: Jamboree?! Ha, ha, ha.... Jamboree.
B: My book 'Sweet Potatoes'.... You wanted to....
*Mr. Travorsky interrupts again*
T: Ah, yes, let me just get it up on the screen.
*Mr. Travorsky taps the keyboard in front of him in a nonchalant manner. A recipe for 'Green Spaghetti' appears on the screen which is out of Mr. Barrie's eye line*
T: I've read better Mr. Boree.... I've read worse too! I remember a story about a goldfish and an egg, ha ha ha.... Er, yes.... er....
B: You don't like it?
T: It's not that i don't like it........ It's the book-buying public.... They won't like it! They won't get it! A story about potatoes?!
B: It's about chocolate.... and the demise of the human race!
T: No-one ever died eating chocolate Mr. Boree. You're wasting your time.
B: Then i am sorry for wasting your time Mr. Travorsky, very sorry indeed.
*Mr. Barrie, reluctantly leaves the office, glancing back to see Mr. Travorsky spinning round on his luxurious, swivel chair. Mr. Travorsky enters his office from the adjoining bathroom*
T: Who was that you were talking to Greaves?
G: No-one sir.... Just talking to myself.... no-one special.
T: I have a Mr. Barrie coming to see me shortly, in fact he's a bit late! I didn't think he was the type to be late! Oh well, he is a very rare, raw talent. I'd like you to sit in on this meeting Greaves, you could learn a lot from him. In the meantime could you arrange some tea and biscuits please.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
El Condor Pasa - Simon & Garfunkel
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=T6i8HHrz2BI
Everything i am feeling today.... all that is given.
Everything i am feeling today.... all that is given.
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