ΒΑΡΕΘΗΚΑ...

...να μαζεύω συνέχεια τα κομμάτια μου όποτε σε βλέπω...

...να με γυρίζει συνέχεια το παρόν πίσω στο παρελθόν...

...να κοιτάζω πίσω περιμένωντας μάταια να αλλάξει κάτι...

ΒΑΡΕΘΗΚΑ...

I Carry Your Heart with Me

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by
only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
by E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)

ΓΙΑΤΙ ΟΙ ΚΑΛΟΚΑΙΡΙΝΟΙ ΕΡΩΤΕΣ...

"ΠΕΘΑΙΝΟΥΝ" ΤΟ ΦΘΙΝΟΠΩΡΟ???

geia sas....

polles fores otan eimai stenaxwrhmenh apotupwnw tis skepseis mou
me th morfh poihmatwn.....
mono omws otan eimai stenaxwrhmenh, mallon mono tote exw empneush...
kapote oneireuomoun na ta mazepsw ola mazi kai na ta kanw mia sullogh
omws poios tha mporouse na endiaferthei kai na ekdosei ta sunaisthimata mou?

sto mellon tha grapsw merika apo auta pou exw hdh grapsei...
afou ta sugkentrwsw loa mazi vevaia kai na dialeksw merika,
den einai polla alla einai arketa.......

filika,
marmaladebloom