serendipity...

for you

2012-02-07T11:02:00.000-08:00

If I talk real slowly, if I try real hard
To make my point dear, that you have my heart

If you love me with all of your heart
If you love me
I'll make you a star in my universe
You'll never have to go to work
You'll spend every day
Shining your light my way

Happy b-day...
(0n one day's delay)

it's as if a hand has come out...and taken yours

2012-02-02T13:53:00.000-08:00

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something

- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things -

that you'd thought special, particular to you.

And here it is,

set down by someone else,

a person you've never met,

maybe even someone long dead.

And it's as if a hand has come out...

...and taken yours."

--Alan Bennett

...and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn

2012-01-27T00:23:00.000-08:00

“In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you—on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck—even then. And afterwards—perhaps most of all afterwards—I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B…without looking, or, without lifting the pencil…or in some other way…we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.”

Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

chinese foot chart

2012-01-23T12:40:00.000-08:00

Every part of us alerts another part.

Press a spot in the tender

arch and feel the scalp twitch.

We are no match for ourselves

but our own release.

Each touch uncatches some remote lock.

Look, boats of mercy embark from our heart at the oddest knock.

– Kay Ryan

2011 ending playlist

2011-12-29T12:16:00.001-08:00

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

I'll give to you my army and my city and my throne I'll give the flower of my love to you and you alone

2011-12-25T08:41:00.000-08:00

Darling I am shaking
And my limbs are made of fire
And though all heaven is revealed
You are my one desire
I cannot hold my thoughts
There is poison in my head
I simply turned to look
And all at once the world is dead

Oh lover still your tongue
You're the king of all you see
The unmade bed you lie upon
This strange likeness of me
My body be your focus
Your labour be my joy
For everything's decided
In the twinkle of an eye

Darling I am a sailor
And I chart the southern lands
I calm the ocean with my song
And I rouse her with my hands
I'll build for you a craft
Out of my jealousies
We'll raise the sail and let it coast
Into eternity

Lover you are weary
Come and rest between my thighs
The hungry dogs of reason
They have filled you full of lies
I'll give to you my army
And my city and my throne
I'll give the flower of my love
To you and you alone

for my L.

...without you

2011-12-24T13:39:00.000-08:00

It's the season of good will

Oh I guess I love you still

lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Christmas ....without you

something

2011-12-23T12:56:00.000-08:00

“We do not believe in ourselves

until someone reveals that deep inside us

something is valuable,

worth listening to,

worthy of our trust,

sacred to our touch.

Once we believe in ourselves

we can risk curiosity, wonder,

spontaneous delight or any experience

that reveals the human spirit.”

E.E. Cummings

you said "Love is touching souls" surely you touched mine cause part of you pours out of me

2011-12-21T13:01:00.000-08:00

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine

Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet

I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
"Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

James Blake - A Case of You από Flixgr

I met a woman

She had a mouth like yours

She knew your life

She knew your devils and your deeds

And she said

"Go to him, stay with him if you can

Oh but be prepared to bleed"

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain... you like your girls insane...

2011-12-19T13:07:00.000-08:00

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough

I don’t know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane...

Choose your last words,

This is the last time

Cause you and I

We were born to die

a voice I need to hear, a laugh I need to show, we' re lonely, babe, in a boat again...

2011-12-10T03:09:00.000-08:00

I wanna meet a friend in a bar tonight
the evening is long
so long i hardly move
A can in my hand
a picture in my mind
a voice I need to hear, a laugh I need to show
We' re lonely, babe
in a boat, again
I need to see a friend tonight or see the people in a bar
I wish they could not see me at all
How I wish I could describe their pain
or my pain
The mystic light, the choir of smoke
The smell of wood, the pose, the joke
The dirty little world inside that needs to come out
needs to come out

I wanna meet a friend in a bar tonight
the evening is long
If only I had that strength
to see those people, all so lonely as me

...it's accepting...

2011-11-27T03:28:00.001-08:00

but in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while

2011-11-24T13:43:00.000-08:00

I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,

Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on,

But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while,

There's a crane, knocking down all those things, that we were...

I awake, in the night, to hear the engines purr,

There's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame,

There's a thorn, in my side, it's the shame, it's the pride...

Of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast,

And his touch, must be wanted, must become, through your ask,

But I need Jake to tell you, that I love you, it never rests,

And I've bled every day now, for a year, for a year,

I did send you a note on the wind for to read....

... Our names there together must have fallen like a seed...

... To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground,

On the wind, I could hear you, call my name, held the sounds,

I am lost...

November

2011-11-20T13:14:00.000-08:00

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three

2011-11-09T22:58:00.000-08:00

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favorite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanted know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I wish you had a favorite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen.
I wish that we could see if we could be something.

you hear me?

2011-11-06T12:35:00.000-08:00

Tι ειναι ευτυχία;

2011-10-26T00:16:00.000-07:00

"Έπρεπε να γεράσω, αγόρι μου, για να μάθω τι ειναι ευτυχία.
Τελικά ευτυχία είναι ένα ζευγάρι χέρια, δύο χέρια...
Αυτά που θα σε αγκαλιάσουν, θα σε κρατήσουν, σε κοιμήσουν,
θα σε περιποιηθούν, θα σου μαγειρέψουν, θα σε χαιδέψουν
και στο τέλος θα σου κλείσουν τα μάτια.

Τα πολλά χέρια απλά σε κατσιάζουν...
Χάσιμο χρόνου.
Θα το δεις κι εσύ όσο μεγαλώνεις..."

Θανάσης Βέγγος

Mourir Auprès de Toi

2011-10-20T12:21:00.000-07:00

Spike Jonze: Mourir Auprès de Toi on Nowness.com.

A star-crossed love story of a klutzy skeleton and his flame-haired amour take place on a shelf in the famous Parisian bookstore "Shakespeare and Company"...

Spike Jonze (Filmmaker)

and Olympia Le-Tan (Designer)

co-create a Tale to Pierce the Heart:

"Mourir Auprès de Toi" (To die by your side)

The two kinds of people

2011-10-19T22:47:00.000-07:00

“There are only two kinds of people in this world.

The realists and the dreamers.

The realists know where they are going

and the dreamers have already been there.”

Athens, Syntagma sq., 19 Oct 2011

quote by Robert Orden

photos: flickr.com/photos/odysseasgr/

but i miss you most of all...

2011-10-11T12:53:00.000-07:00

...my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall...

if it be

2011-10-10T10:47:00.000-07:00

If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

***

2011-10-09T04:04:00.001-07:00

Τουλάχιστον αν ζούσαμε από την ανάποδη

2011-10-05T23:45:00.000-07:00

Τουλάχιστον αν ζούσαμε από την ανάποδη
να τα βλέπαμε όλα ίσια: Μπα. Η αναποδιά
έχει μια μονιμότητα πεισματική·
αποτελεί όπως λέμε τον κανόνα.
Όπου σημαίνει ότι αν καταφέρνουμε να ζούμε
βέβαια ζούμε από τις εξαιρέσεις.
Προσποιούμαστε ότι δε συμβαίνει τίποτε
ακριβώς για να συμβεί επιτέλους κάτι
έξω και πάνω από τη χλεύη.
Ένα κεράσι την ώρα που χειμάζονται
μέσα του όλες οι αθλιότητες
και αυτό στο πείσμα τους καθάριο παντοδύναμο
άψογο λάμπει δείχνοντας
ποια θα μπορούσε να'ταν η υπεροχή του ανθρώπου.

Η σταγόνα το αίμα κάθε Απρίλιο
δωρεάν και για όλους.

Δυστυχείς εμπροσθοφυλακές και ανάστροφοι
οδηγοί των βαρέων αρμάτων τ' ουρανού
ως και τα σύννεφα είναι ναρκοθετημένα
το νου σας: από μας η άνοιξη εξαρτάται.

Να ξαναδώσουμε στα πόδια μας το χώμα.
Το πράσινο στο πράσινο τον άνθρωπο του Νεάντερταλ
στον άνθρωπο του Νεάντερταλ. Δεν ωφελούν πια

οι μυώνες
θέλει αγάπη θηριώδη
θέλει πήδημα τίγρισσας μες στις ιδέες.

Oδυσσέας Ελύτης _Μαρία Νεφέλη _1978

R.I.P. Steve

2011-10-05T09:35:00.000-07:00

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits.

The ones who see things differently.

While some may see crazy,

we see genius."

-Steve Jobs

ocean's refusing to stop kissing...

2011-10-04T22:46:00.000-07:00

...and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you...

2011-09-26T22:02:00.000-07:00

... and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you...

http://www.scribd.com/doc/17531414/Kane-Sarah-Crave-Eng

i once had a girl or should i say she once had me...

2011-09-24T00:37:00.000-07:00

Leonard's birthday

2011-09-21T00:13:00.000-07:00

Come over to the window, my little darling…
Leonard Cohen (by Ethan Hill).

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

I guess they won’t exchange the gifts

That you were meant to keep.

And quiet is the thought of you,

The file on you complete,

Except what we forgot to do,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Happy birthday, Leonard

someone

2011-09-18T02:32:00.000-07:00

I need to be someone's somebody

saturday morning

2011-08-27T12:24:00.000-07:00

Borges‏

2011-08-24T23:47:00.000-07:00

“Time is the substance from which I am made.

Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river;

it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;

it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.”

Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo

(August 24, 1899 – June 14, 1986)

So vulnerable

2011-08-22T11:31:00.000-07:00

I know you must sometimes
Think I don't care
Or even appreciate
What we share

Though I'm no one's
Stepping stone
The truth is I love you
And I'd go crazy
Alone

You may think I'm strong
And I can do no wrong
But I'm vulnerable
So vulnerable
Without you

Every heart sings a song incomplete

2011-08-21T23:00:00.000-07:00

...until another heart whispers back.

August 20th 2011, Athens
Thank you

the day is... TODAY!!!!!

2011-08-20T03:24:00.000-07:00

What is this feeling called love.
Why me, why you, why here, why now ooh.
It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no.
It doesn't fit my plans no.
It's something I don't understand oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
Oh what is this thing that is happening to me.

Oh I've got your numbers taken notes and all the ways your minds work out.
I've studied and your mind's just the same as mine except that you're just clever swines
You never let masks slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried.
Oh no no no.
And every night I hold my plan how I'll get my satisfaction
How I will blow your paradise away away away ooh.
Cause I spy.

If you close your eyes and just remember that this is what you wanted last night.
So why is it so hard for you to touch him.
For you to go and give yourself to him?
I couldn't stop it now.
There's no way to get out.
He's standing much too near and how the hell did you get here
Semi-naked in somebody else's room. I'd give my whole life to see it.
Just you stood there only in your underwear...

...When we met last week on Saturday,
I couldn't make a sentence, / I couldn't even say / what I meant to say:
that I want you / (it doesn't hurt to say I want you), I need you
(I never thought I'd say I need you), I'll keep you,
oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away,
and I'll break you / because I lose myself inside you, I'll make you
fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you,
oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away.
Yes, / yes, you're all, yes you're all that I ever desire,
still I'll kill you in the end.

Anais' quote

2011-08-17T13:49:00.000-07:00

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite,

and you do not know what it will bring back,

a new life, a new friend,

a new love,

a new country."

Anais Nin

The moon...

2011-08-13T22:31:00.000-07:00

The moon i want to give to you...

<3

Should I ... or should I...?

2011-08-12T04:31:00.000-07:00

I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong, I am right
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust
I know this is love
But, if I tell the world
I'll never say enough
Cos it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you

Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere

Oblivion

2011-08-07T21:26:00.000-07:00

Blue oblivion,

largely lit,

smiled and smiled at me.

William R. Benet

...

2011-08-06T02:30:00.000-07:00

...κι όταν κοιτάς πολλή ώρα μέσα στην άβυσσο, κοιτάει και η άβυσσος μέσα σε σένα...

very often...

2011-08-05T10:12:00.000-07:00

Σε κοίταζα μ'όλο το φως και το σκοτάδι που έχω*

2011-08-03T08:22:00.000-07:00

[...]
If I could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day*

ps: Η αφορμη που οδηγησε στο στιχο του Σεφερη και απο εκει στο τραγουδι...

Ο ΠΟΛΥΤΙΜΟΣ ΧΡΟΝΟΣ ΤΩΝ ΩΡΙΜΩΝ

2011-07-30T12:56:00.000-07:00

Μέτρησα τα χρόνια μου και συνειδητοποίησα, ότι μου υπολείπεται λιγότερος χρόνος ζωής απ'ό,τι έχω ζήσει μέχρι τώρα...

Αισθάνομαι όπως αυτό το παιδάκι που κέρδισε μια σακούλα καραμέλες: τις πρώτες τις καταβρόχθισε με λαιμαργία αλλά όταν παρατήρησε ότι του απέμεναν λίγες, άρχισε να τις γεύεται με βαθιά απόλαυση.

Δεν έχω πια χρόνο για ατέρμονες συγκεντρώσεις όπου συζητούνται, καταστατικά, νόρμες, διαδικασίες και εσωτερικοί κανονισμοί, γνωρίζοντας ότι δε θα καταλήξει κανείς πουθενά.

Δεν έχω πια χρόνο για να ανέχομαι παράλογους ανθρώπους που παρά τη χρονολογική τους ηλικία, δεν έχουν μεγαλώσει.

Δεν έχω πια χρόνο για να λογομαχώ με μετριότητες.

Δεν θέλω να βρίσκομαι σε συγκεντρώσεις όπου παρελαύνουν παραφουσκωμένοι εγωϊσμοί.

Δεν ανέχομαι τους χειριστικούς και τους καιροσκόπους.

Με ενοχλεί η ζήλια και όσοι προσπαθούν να υποτιμήσουν τους ικανότερους για να οικειοποιηθούν τη θέση τους, το ταλέντο τους και τα επιτεύγματα τους.

Μισώ, να είμαι μάρτυρας τών ελαττωμάτων που γεννά η μάχη για ένα μεγαλοπρεπές αξίωμα. Οι άνθρωποι, μετά βίας, συζητούν για το περιεχόμενο και περισσότερο για την... επικεφαλίδα.

Ο χρόνος μου είναι λίγος για να συζητώ για τους τίτλους ή τις επικεφαλίδες. Θέλω την ουσία, η ψυχή μου βιάζεται... Μου μένουν λίγες καραμέλες στη σακούλα...

Θέλω να ζήσω δίπλα σε πρόσωπα με ανθρώπινη υπόσταση.
Που να μπορούν να γελούν με τα λάθη τους.

Που δεν επαίρονται για το θρίαμβό τους.

Που δε θεωρούν τον εαυτό τους εκλεκτό, πριν από την ώρα τους.

Που δεν αποφεύγουν τις ευθύνες τους.

Που υπερασπίζονται την ανθρώπινη αξιοπρέπεια και που το μόνο που επιθυμούν είναι να βαδίζουν μαζί με την αλήθεια την ειλικρίνεια και το ουσιώδες γιατί αυτό είναι που αξίζει τον κόπο στη ζωή.

Θέλω να περιτριγυρίζομαι από πρόσωπα που ξέρουν να αγγίζουν την καρδιά τών ανθρώπων... Άνθρωποι τους οποίους τα σκληρά χτυπήματα της ζωής τους δίδαξαν πως μεγαλώνει κανείς με απαλά αγγίγματα στην ψυχή.

Ναι, βιάζομαι, αλλά μόνο για να ζήσω με την ένταση που μόνο η ωριμότητα μπορεί να σου χαρίσει.

Σκοπεύω να μην πάει χαμένη καμιά από τις καραμέλες που μου απομένουν… Είμαι σίγουρος ότι ορισμένες θα είναι πιο νόστιμες από όσες έχω ήδη φάει.

Σκοπός μου είναι να φτάσω ως το τέλος ικανοποιημένος και σε ειρήνη με τη συνείδησή μου και τους αγαπημένους μου.

Εύχομαι και ο δικός σου να είναι ο ίδιος γιατί με κάποιον τρόπο θα φτάσεις κι εσύ…

Από τον Mario de Andrade

(Ποιητή, συγγραφέα, δοκιμιογράφο και μουσικολόγο από τη Βραζιλία).

δεκαετιες μου μικρες...

2011-07-26T00:56:00.000-07:00

..τσαλακωμενες ψευδαισθησεις...

;)

a confession and a promise

2011-07-25T00:28:00.000-07:00

These days are hard for everyone ...in multiple ways
times and intentions are vague
a time for resolution...
a b-day wish and a promise to self
-among others-:

for that One who will say:

who will not be afraid to give me:

He will feel fearless next to me
I will be so pretty only for Him

and will only feel this way:

If the sun should tumble from the sky
If the see should suddenly run dry
If you love me, really love me
Let it happen darling, I don't care

Shall I catch a shooting star
Shall I bring it where you are
If you want me to, I will.
You can set me any task
I'll do anything you ask
If you'll only love me still

When at last, our life on earth is through
I will spend eternity with you
If you love me, really love me
Let it happen darling, I won't care

p.s.: You took my standartds really high.
thank you for that.

Silly, childishly romantic & naive daydreamer?
so?
I can wish/dream for whatever i want to...
no?

remember:
“...Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”

~T.E. Laurence

2011-07-23T02:14:00.000-07:00

No one gets off without paying the ride

never let me go

2011-07-22T22:59:00.000-07:00

Wow. After I jumped, it ocurred to me.
Life is perfect. Life is the best, full of magic,
beauty, opportunity, and television.
And surprises...lot's of surprises, yeah.
And then there's the best stuff, of course.
Better than anything anyone ever made up,
'cause it's real.

You take a stranger by the hand
A man who doesn't understand
His wildest dreams
You walk across the dirty sand
And offer him an ocean
Of what he's never seen

Maybe I was blind
Or I might have closed my eyes
Maybe I was dumb
But what I forgot to say
If you didn't know is
Never let me go

You run from love
And don't believe
Unless it catches you by the heel
And even then you struggle
From Red Island across the strand
Your footprints still in the sand
Everything else is washed away

I may not be alone
Or I may have found my home
I may have lost my way
But what I forgot to say
If you didn't know
Is never let me go

I am a boat

2011-07-22T20:43:00.000-07:00

I am a boat without wind.

You were the wind.

Was that the direction I wanted to go?

Who cares about directions

with a wind like that!

~ Olav H. Hauge

(18 August 1908 – 23 May 1994)

Αγαπη μου...

2011-07-18T22:55:00.000-07:00

...
Δεν ξέρω πώς
Σε βλέπω κι όταν σβήνουμε το φως
Και θησαυρίζει ο κόσμος ο κρυφός

your song :)

2011-07-14T11:45:00.000-07:00

...anyway the thing is
what i really mean
yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen

And you can tell everybody,
this is your song
It may be quite simple but
now that is done
I hope you don't mind...

Jamais je ne t'ai dit que je t'aimerai toujour

2011-07-13T13:26:00.000-07:00

Can't we be like the season's trees?

2011-07-10T07:49:00.000-07:00

Every girl gets her dreams
Cast into reality
Never seemed to bother me
Only just recently

'Cause you seem to believe
That we'll never be free
Always gonna be needing

Can't we be
Like the season's trees
Changeably
Just not so easily

All in all we're the same
Jumping through hoops of flames
Sounds fun, what a dangerous game
Pretty picture trapped in frame

But you seem to behave
Like we'll always be slaves
Never running away

Can't we be
Like the season's trees
Changeably
Just not too easily...

2011-07-06T22:56:00.000-07:00

How can they decide for the blood that is mine I'm part of you as I am part of the stars

2011-07-01T14:04:00.000-07:00

Take my fingerprints
And smile
This is the only thing
That I will leave in here
In here

The world goes too fast
I walk way too slow
How could I contrast landscapes out of hope
Landscapes out of hope
[...]

Some things never end and
Some things never die
I'll take the wind for company
'cause you and me will never be one
[...]

Take the time to read the wrinkles on one's face
As an open book of what has been his life
I'll tell you what has been his life

How can they decide for the blood that is mine
I'm part of you as I am part of the stars
You are the beat inside my heart

29 ways to stay creative

2011-06-25T04:19:00.000-07:00

29 WAYS TO STAY CREATIVE from TO-FU on Vimeo.

have you?

2011-06-25T02:15:00.001-07:00

Μην το πεις πουθενα...

2011-06-17T20:23:00.000-07:00

i wish i was the moon tonight...

2011-06-07T22:05:00.000-07:00

I'm so tired
I'm so tired
And I wish I was the moon tonight

I'm so tired

And I wish I was the moon tonight

I'm so tired

I'm so tired
And I wish I was the moon tonight

like a civil war of pain and of cheer

2011-06-06T23:31:00.000-07:00

I could look in your face
For a thousand years
It’s like a civil war
Of pain and of cheer

But if you was a horse
I could help you with your chains
I could ride you through the fields
By your fiery mane

May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be
Made of honey

I'll cry gardens while you burn
'Cause no one here can save you
She’s returning to the Earth
But one day she’ll be silver

The stars are dying in my chest
Till I see you again
She was born with the wings of a hawk
Where she combs her hair with blood

May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be
Made of honey

May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be
Made of honey

2011-06-02T22:54:00.000-07:00

2011-05-31T23:26:00.000-07:00

still no moon

2011-05-30T21:42:00.000-07:00

...all that has never yet been spoken

2011-05-24T00:06:00.000-07:00

but like I said something changed

2011-05-19T00:58:00.000-07:00

I wrote the song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different then but something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today something changed.

When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met.
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead I dunno
But like you said something changed.

it's easier to feel the sunlight without

2011-05-17T00:10:00.000-07:00

some letter

2011-05-16T08:19:00.000-07:00

turning, turning and spinning around :)

2011-05-15T05:33:00.000-07:00

No matter where I go, what I do
No matter where I look, my eyes can only see you

too many...

2011-05-13T22:02:00.000-07:00

the beginning

2011-05-13T12:16:00.000-07:00

“The beginning of love is

to let those we love be perfectly themselves,

and not to twist them to fit our own image.

Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”

Thomas Merton

2011-05-10T23:43:00.000-07:00

Να σημαδευεις το φεγγαρι...

Aκομα κι αν αστοχησεις

θα εχεις πετυχει τ'αστερια...

2011-05-08T00:17:00.000-07:00

2011-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:00

some ...love poem

2011-05-03T07:50:00.000-07:00

2011-05-01T11:45:00.000-07:00

never

2011-04-29T00:15:00.000-07:00

evening tunes

2011-04-25T10:23:00.000-07:00

Create a playlist at MixPod.com

a wish...

2011-04-25T00:43:00.000-07:00

remember:

2011-04-22T16:01:00.000-07:00

and then came one day that i'll never forget much more beautiful than my fantasy

2011-04-21T02:08:00.000-07:00

(Ich) träumte so gerne von den Freuden der Welt

Ich hatte manches Schöne mir vorgestellt

Und dann kam ein Tag und den vergesse ich nie

Viel schöner als meine Phantasie

Ooh, ooh, Küsse süßer als Wein

no Reservations.

2011-04-19T12:20:00.000-07:00

small talk/big love

2011-04-16T21:11:00.000-07:00

“What?”
“What what?”
“What’re you looking at?”
“Your eyes.”
“No, you’re only looking at one eye at a time, I can tell.”
“You can?”
“Yea.”
“Hm.”
“Well, which one do you like more?”
“Ha, let’s see.”
…
“Well?”
“I don’t know—let me look at them for a few years and decide.”
“What happens once you decide? It’s over?”
“Are you kidding, no, then we get rid of the other one.”

...and somehow communicate...

2011-04-11T22:02:00.000-07:00

...some of the
overwhelming,
undying,
overpowering,
unconditional,
all-encompassing,
heart-enriching,
mind-expanding,
ongoing,
never-ending...

...love...

...i have for you...

2011-04-10T21:53:00.000-07:00

and then...

let me blame it on the stars, the words, the moon...

2011-04-10T03:32:00.000-07:00

A Sorta Fairytale

2011-04-07T10:51:00.000-07:00

Video & stills from Tori Amos' song

«Α sorta fairytale»

(starring with Adrien Brody).

The whole point of this music video is about

a girl and a boy who complete each other.

what is love

2011-04-03T14:30:00.001-07:00

what matters

2011-04-02T05:02:00.001-07:00

The shadow of your smile...

2011-03-27T11:44:00.000-07:00

The shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes, my love, and see
All the lovely things you are to me
A wistful little star
Was far too high
A tear drop kissed your lips and so did I
Now when I remember spring
All the joy that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
Now when I remember spring
All the love that joy can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile...

March '11

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2011-03-22T01:43:00.000-07:00

something for this day...

2011-03-21T23:30:00.000-07:00

Poetry doesnt belong to those who write it; it
belongs to those who need it.
~ Il Postino (1984)
on 23.03.2011 for Poetry day

play it, Sam...

2011-03-19T11:38:00.000-07:00

**"Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine"**

ought to know...

2011-03-19T03:43:00.001-07:00

Holiday Affairs, 1949

ps: i wonder where did «all the love» gone...

that very part is yours...

2011-03-17T13:23:00.000-07:00

some blue notes...

2011-03-15T14:19:00.000-07:00

...blue as the midnight sky...

2011-03-09T12:23:00.001-08:00

...wherever you are...

in the end

2011-03-07T10:25:00.000-08:00

lost in a dream

2011-03-06T13:05:00.000-08:00

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment’s brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin’s attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon’s gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other’s face

Ted Hughes

...

2011-03-03T12:38:00.000-08:00

when will i see you again?

a voice to caress a melancholic heart....

Date a girl who reads

2011-03-02T23:32:00.000-08:00

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone.

If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads."

Rosemary Urquico

4:16

2011-03-01T00:06:00.000-08:00

the fairest of the seasons

2011-02-28T23:05:00.000-08:00

now that i smile

now that i'm laughing even deeper inside

now that i see

now that i finally found the one thing i denied

its now i know

do i stay or do i go

and it is finally i decide

that i'll be leaving

in the fairest of the seasons