Saturday, October 31, 2009
Γεννητούρια vol. 528!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Cut
Three years ago,
I followed the memory of your scent
And found myself
Knocking at your doorstep.
'Come in' you said.
Without a second thought,
I walked inside,
And lost myself in you.
I let your bloodstream carry me.
I watched your memories,
Lived in your pictures
And feared your fears.
I let your mouth feed me.
I breathed through your nose,
And spoke through your favorite songs,
For what felt like almost a lifetime.
Only now, i think,
You must cut yourself
And let a tiny drop of blood
Carry me out.
Perhaps, if you see me again,
You might remember,
That, i too, have feelings,
Fears and favorite songs.
All you have to do,
Is sit across the room,
Look at me carefully,
And listen.
Me:Moir / Oct. '09
I followed the memory of your scent
And found myself
Knocking at your doorstep.
'Come in' you said.
Without a second thought,
I walked inside,
And lost myself in you.
I let your bloodstream carry me.
I watched your memories,
Lived in your pictures
And feared your fears.
I let your mouth feed me.
I breathed through your nose,
And spoke through your favorite songs,
For what felt like almost a lifetime.
Only now, i think,
You must cut yourself
And let a tiny drop of blood
Carry me out.
Perhaps, if you see me again,
You might remember,
That, i too, have feelings,
Fears and favorite songs.
All you have to do,
Is sit across the room,
Look at me carefully,
And listen.
Me:Moir / Oct. '09
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Black Coffee
Επέστρεψα στη δουλειά μετά από 5 εβδομάδες απουσίας. Βρήκα το γραφείο μου αγνώριστο, γεμάτο στοίβες σκονισμένων βιβλίων που έμοιαζαν ν’ασφυκτιούν. Άνοιξα τα παράθυρα διάπλατα. Πάνω στο πληκτρολόγιο μου, ένας φάκελος με φωσφορούχα πορτοκαλί γράμματα, μου θυμίζει το αναμφισβήτητο: Ανθίζω όταν μ’αγαπάς.
Προχθές γέννησε το καινούργιο γκάπυ 10 μικρά. Είχα ξεχάσει πόσο μικροσκοπικές και αστείες είναι οι φάτσες τους.
Μετά την πανωλεθρία του τελευταίου 1,5 μήνα, εξακολουθώ να έχω αμφιβολίες για το κατά πόσο έχω συνέλθει. Το πρωί αγχώθηκα. Μετά, ξαφνικά, παρατηρώντας τον δεύτερο καφέ της ημέρας, μπορώ να πώ πως κάπως ηρέμησα.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Lady Lazarus
I am only thirty.
And like the cat i have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
S. Plath
And like the cat i have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
S. Plath
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