30.7.16
29.7.16
A lake's tale
Goodnight world.
To the places I've been and i am not now:
I'll dream of you.
To the places i have not been yet:
Wait for me.
The circle closes and I see the beginning.
Tonight I am not sleeping in my bed.
I am sleeping in a hotel's bed.
27.7.16
22.7.16
Phusic
My music would always bring me images.
And my long term complaint was:
My images don't bring me music.
Today, I realised it:
Not anymore.
Not anymore.
21.7.16
Dancing my silence
I fulfill my reality.
And my check boxes.
Still there is a pending void.
My imagination bites.
It drives me forward?
Unknown.
And my check boxes.
Still there is a pending void.
My imagination bites.
It drives me forward?
Unknown.
The moon showed my way home.
Full moon.
Not me.
20.7.16
Nami nami
So far away.
And closer.
Let's see if I will sing it.
Go to sleep little one
Let us rest on this straw mat
Go to sleep while it is yet dark
Soon the clouds will disappear
And reveal a great light to light up the neighborhood
Tomorrow your father will return home
With money from the lemons he sold
He will bring you clothes and a scarf
To keep you warm in December
My beautiful one, with the lovely handpicked black hair
Whomever does not love you or kiss you
Knows not what they are missing
And closer.
Let's see if I will sing it.
Go to sleep little one
Let us rest on this straw mat
Go to sleep while it is yet dark
Soon the clouds will disappear
And reveal a great light to light up the neighborhood
Tomorrow your father will return home
With money from the lemons he sold
He will bring you clothes and a scarf
To keep you warm in December
My beautiful one, with the lovely handpicked black hair
Whomever does not love you or kiss you
Knows not what they are missing
18.7.16
Midnight summer dream
This sound.
This hellish nostalgic atmosphere.
Waking up ghosts.
Sleeping ghosts.
Even the dream itself had a missing sense.
Everything was there, but somehow different.
A second difference: the rain.
Neither in my city, nor in Dubai.
I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don't know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain
Don't remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again
Maybe I'll never find him
Maybe he's gone forever
Maybe I'll have to sit here
Watching the weather
One thing's pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right
And at midnight if you can't sleep
Then I can bend your ear
After midnight we'll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I'll begin to tell you what it is all for
Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell.
This hellish nostalgic atmosphere.
Waking up ghosts.
Sleeping ghosts.
Even the dream itself had a missing sense.
Everything was there, but somehow different.
A second difference: the rain.
Neither in my city, nor in Dubai.
I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don't know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain
Don't remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again
Maybe I'll never find him
Maybe he's gone forever
Maybe I'll have to sit here
Watching the weather
One thing's pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right
And at midnight if you can't sleep
Then I can bend your ear
After midnight we'll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I'll begin to tell you what it is all for
Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell.
It takes someone strong to make someone strong
A strong ad about strong people.
Fully cimenatic frames and cuts.
Emotionally escalating epic music, like in all successful adventure Hollywood movies.
This time P&G did it, contrary to previous times.
All connected, all elements working with each other.
But mothers, don't buy it.
You can be strong without P&G.
17.7.16
Residue
Through the eyes of a bedouin.
A desert man.
This is how I see my country when I travel.
An undiscovered, versatile beauty.
Rich to be shared.
A desert man.
This is how I see my country when I travel.
An undiscovered, versatile beauty.
Rich to be shared.
16.7.16
15.7.16
Towards the sea
Customs want old women to wear black.
Aesthetics demand numerous ugly signs.
Still wondering.
European, balkan or eastern?
14.7.16
13.7.16
Spreading summer
My country buzzes summer under every stone,
hidden in every corner,
on every step after my doorstep.
12.7.16
Priorities
After more than a year, there is a person that I can feel it as friend again.
We are not the same, but we are here.
The chronicle of a renormalisation, part 3
I try to satisfy my needs.
Most of them.
What I miss is the dogs.
I started loving them.
But they disappeared.
It is too early.
Neglected again or passed?
I meditated to find them.
Instead, I found a hurried mind trapped in a motionless body.
Like a fly in a closed dark room before it dies.
Then peace came.
Still no dogs.
I must find them again.
So much to learn.
In the meanwhile...
I read.
I see.
I know.
You know.
We know.
All things not shared but shared.
Honored by attention.
A caring echo.
I still care.
You still care.
We still care.
It is still me.
It is still you.
We are who we used to be.
Honesty.
Dogs.
Imagination vs reality.
Nights before I sleep.
Where do I return back to.
I am not who I am now?
Most of them.
What I miss is the dogs.
I started loving them.
But they disappeared.
It is too early.
Neglected again or passed?
I meditated to find them.
Instead, I found a hurried mind trapped in a motionless body.
Like a fly in a closed dark room before it dies.
Then peace came.
Still no dogs.
I must find them again.
So much to learn.
In the meanwhile...
I read.
I see.
I know.
You know.
We know.
All things not shared but shared.
Honored by attention.
A caring echo.
I still care.
You still care.
We still care.
It is still me.
It is still you.
We are who we used to be.
Honesty.
Dogs.
Imagination vs reality.
Nights before I sleep.
Where do I return back to.
I am not who I am now?
8.7.16
The chronicle of a renormalisation, part 2
The range between excitement and tiredness decreases.
Still, I need some sleep.
Some dogs.
Meditation.
Few days off.
A nice dance party.
Some inner flowing.
A home cooked food.
Some actions.
Few self restrictions.
And a well structured prioritising list,
based on now and a summer affordable time horizon.
A trip to US is waiting for me.
Let's see what we can do...
(and there's a smiley)
Still, I need some sleep.
Some dogs.
Meditation.
Few days off.
A nice dance party.
Some inner flowing.
A home cooked food.
Some actions.
Few self restrictions.
And a well structured prioritising list,
based on now and a summer affordable time horizon.
A trip to US is waiting for me.
Let's see what we can do...
(and there's a smiley)
The chronicle of a renormalisation, part 1
Εδώ είμαι, εδώ είμαι, εδώ είμαι, εδώ είμαι.
My personal mantra to keep me here.
Chased by my early morning mad dogs.
Εδώ είμαι.
Invited them into a private meeting.
Meditation.
Scared let myself dive.
And then peace.
Peace. Ecstatic immediate peace.
No dogs.
No dogs.
Not a moment of dogs.
Day was real.
Hair dyes.
Girly summer plans.
Late night colleagues.
Early morning sleep.
Εδώ είμαι.
Reality.
Other people are here.
My personal mantra to keep me here.
Chased by my early morning mad dogs.
Εδώ είμαι.
Invited them into a private meeting.
Meditation.
Scared let myself dive.
And then peace.
Peace. Ecstatic immediate peace.
No dogs.
No dogs.
Not a moment of dogs.
Day was real.
Hair dyes.
Girly summer plans.
Late night colleagues.
Early morning sleep.
Εδώ είμαι.
Reality.
Other people are here.
3.7.16
Stay mentality
I need to let myself to the dogs.
Rabid dogs.
I can see them surrounding me.
I own these dogs.
Neglected for long.
I know their origin.
My imagination.
My beloved one.
So cruel.
I couldn't tell the difference.
Reality vs. imagination.
I need to learn that, too.
And be fair with reality.
My reality.
Sometimes scared.
Sometimes excited.
For this experiment with myself.
The road to progression.
Stay.
And then I will say that I gained one more thing.
Because of that common experiment.
I will speak.
Not now.
I am chased and I have to stay.
I committed to myself that this will be the year of commitments.
I must commit to stay among these imaginary dogs.
And my reality.
On the more real side of life,
I realize I cannot maintain negative feelings for long.
My personal need for release makes me understand people.
And like them in their reality.
And sometimes love them.
Even when it is difficult.
I also realize why sometimes I don't accept their reality,
It is because I don't let myself to the dogs.
Reality vs imagination.
One word, cherophobia?
Or a predetermined chased mentality?
I saw a movie:
Hemingway and Gellhorn.
Love is infinitely more durable than hate, he wrote to her.
He hated her when loving her
An inspiring woman.
A strong woman.
She was clear with her reality.
At the end of the day I keep the appreciated aspect in others.
And what about myself?
Just keep progressing.
These dogs might help.
Rabid dogs.
I can see them surrounding me.
I own these dogs.
Neglected for long.
I know their origin.
My imagination.
My beloved one.
So cruel.
I couldn't tell the difference.
Reality vs. imagination.
I need to learn that, too.
And be fair with reality.
My reality.
Sometimes scared.
Sometimes excited.
For this experiment with myself.
The road to progression.
Stay.
And then I will say that I gained one more thing.
Because of that common experiment.
I will speak.
Not now.
I am chased and I have to stay.
I committed to myself that this will be the year of commitments.
I must commit to stay among these imaginary dogs.
And my reality.
On the more real side of life,
I realize I cannot maintain negative feelings for long.
My personal need for release makes me understand people.
And like them in their reality.
And sometimes love them.
Even when it is difficult.
I also realize why sometimes I don't accept their reality,
It is because I don't let myself to the dogs.
Reality vs imagination.
One word, cherophobia?
Or a predetermined chased mentality?
I saw a movie:
Hemingway and Gellhorn.
Love is infinitely more durable than hate, he wrote to her.
He hated her when loving her
An inspiring woman.
A strong woman.
She was clear with her reality.
At the end of the day I keep the appreciated aspect in others.
And what about myself?
Just keep progressing.
These dogs might help.
2.7.16
I wonder
why bugs die upside down
how life knows and brings my trips the next day I realize I miss
when I will take that little cat home
if my country is european, balkan or eastern.
Gypsy song during celebration for the local football team rise in advanced league.
Place: the football field
Friday morning 01:30, 30-06-2016
Update:
if I will find again that little cat
how life knows and brings my trips the next day I realize I miss
when I will take that little cat home
if my country is european, balkan or eastern.
Place: the football field
Friday morning 01:30, 30-06-2016
Update:
if I will find again that little cat
29.6.16
The bad fate of a losing goal
We choose the actions.
But we don't choose the costs.
Forget this and you have a losing goal.
28.6.16
Night lights
Make me see that you compete my sensitivity
and you will put out a candle with your fingers.
Make me lose my sensitivity towards you
and you will know how to turn off a night star.
and you will put out a candle with your fingers.
Make me lose my sensitivity towards you
and you will know how to turn off a night star.
27.6.16
22.6.16
On the road 2
Οι νταλίκες μοιάζουν με τις φάλαινες.
Μεγάλες, αργές και κατά κοπάδια τραβούν το δρόμο τους μέσα στο δικό τους ωκεανό.
Από μικρή τις αγαπούσα, χαιρετούσα τους οδηγούς κολλημένη στο παρμπρίζ και περιμένοντας να μου ανταποκριθούν με τις κόρνες ή τα φώτα τους. Φανταζόμουν το ταξίδι και τη ζωή τους.
Μεγαλώνοντας μου ασκούν ακόμα μια νοσταλγική γοητεία.
Το ατελείωτο φευγιό, η ένωση με τον δρόμο.
Στο τελευταίο μου ταξίδι έπιασα δεξιά λωρίδα και 80.
Χώθηκα ανάμεσά τους.
Το κακιασμένο μου αυτοκίνητο ένιωσε τον όγκο του να μεγαλώνει.
Μέχρι που έγινε νταλίκα και εγώ νταλικέρης.
17.6.16
14.6.16
I love maths
Mathematics is serious.
In every system, its rules don't have exceptions.
In binary 1+1= 10
In decimal 1+1= 2.
Global rules.
Global rules can produce values.
Music, democracy and science are some specific examples.
Stability and growth are some general.
People can have the validity of maths.
When they agree on rules, it's like maths.
Luckily, these people are not minority.
This is why the world advances its mentality.
Children on the other hand are driven by exceptions.
Selfish exceptions.
And usually they cry.
So many things to learn.
If they are not yours, let the hard job to their parents.
Unless you like parenting in general.
GB
I miss you.
Country with the ocean clouds.
With the wide horizon engraving my soul.
Kind people, vast space and melancholy.
Antidote for my country spirit.
Or shame.
I miss you as drug for my disease.
Homeopathy.
Beloved british joke.
Of our realities.
29.5.16
Britishly drunken
My mind is confused.
Rooms I sleep and wake up.
Business and casual clothes.
Luggage and wardrobes.
Winter and summer clothes.
Winter and summer season.
Hate for my trip or my home?
Love for my trip or my home?
Time zones I live and think of.
Preference for acquaintances or friends?
Preference for new or old stories?
Still away or back?
I am in a mess.
Britishly drunken.
Still in between.
My transitions.
Philosophical.
Thus painful.
Britishly drunken.
Drunken trains, people, landscapes, light.
Relaxing, simple, outgoing, melancholic, long, sarcastic, polite and childish.
My heart drunken as well.
Music has just spread in my home.
I have just stopped hating being back.
I have just thanked Britain for the experience.
Besides, a new trip has been set as goal.
Rooms I sleep and wake up.
Business and casual clothes.
Luggage and wardrobes.
Winter and summer clothes.
Winter and summer season.
Hate for my trip or my home?
Love for my trip or my home?
Time zones I live and think of.
Preference for acquaintances or friends?
Preference for new or old stories?
Still away or back?
I am in a mess.
Britishly drunken.
Still in between.
My transitions.
Philosophical.
Thus painful.
Britishly drunken.
Drunken trains, people, landscapes, light.
Relaxing, simple, outgoing, melancholic, long, sarcastic, polite and childish.
My heart drunken as well.
Music has just spread in my home.
I have just stopped hating being back.
I have just thanked Britain for the experience.
Besides, a new trip has been set as goal.
24.5.16
20.5.16
Precious homes
A hotel room becomes home when you bring your food inside.
Far more, when people around you smile.
And there is a swimming pool.
Returning home.
After a difficult day at work.
18.5.16
Wedge
I am not asked, I won't speak.
Sad but brave.
And free.
Our values need our tallness.
Even if we currently lose, the gain is bigger.
The mirror we say goodnight to.
Be prepared for everything.
For any gain, for any loss.
But above all, for that mirror.
Go people, do that.
You have my esteem.
And now I am released.
10.5.16
Goodnight world
The hotel I live in is like a motel.
Surrounded by vast parking areas, sleeping tracks, friendly trees, a moving highway and flat fields.
People come to have dinner and go.
Few stay here.
My soul is a motel.
I come and go.
I don't stay here.
For long.
I feel alive.
Surrounded by vast parking areas, sleeping tracks, friendly trees, a moving highway and flat fields.
People come to have dinner and go.
Few stay here.
My soul is a motel.
I come and go.
I don't stay here.
For long.
I feel alive.
Empty fields
Feel lonely.
That deep loneliness that reaches your soul.
It is then that you remember who you.
Relieved that you exist.
Though that burning sense on the stomach.
The high cost of living.
Eternally observing.
Distant.
Reaching freedom through a sweet misery of loss.
Life needs you awaken, even sleepless.
The British landscape invades into my heart.
Which lusts for space.
Being friend with my emptiness in these empty fields.
The places I visit reflect on me.
As if I extend and become part of them.
To whom I belong?
To places.
To nothing.
Hallelujah
That deep loneliness that reaches your soul.
It is then that you remember who you.
Relieved that you exist.
Though that burning sense on the stomach.
The high cost of living.
Eternally observing.
Distant.
Reaching freedom through a sweet misery of loss.
Life needs you awaken, even sleepless.
The British landscape invades into my heart.
Which lusts for space.
Being friend with my emptiness in these empty fields.
The places I visit reflect on me.
As if I extend and become part of them.
To whom I belong?
To places.
To nothing.
Hallelujah
26.4.16
To the winds
My trips are not arranged.
They come like the weather.
Sudden as the wind.
They rush the emptiness,
when they find space to fill.
They long for the void.
They invade in it.
They come like the weather.
Sudden as the wind.
They rush the emptiness,
when they find space to fill.
They long for the void.
They invade in it.
24.4.16
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18.4.16
Τάξη
Των πραγμάτων.
Αποδεικνύει πολλά.
Την πίστη στα ιδανικά,
όταν επιβάλλεται.
Την ωριμότητα,
όταν την αποδεχόμαστε.
Τη δύναμη της λογικής,
όταν υπάρχει.
Και την αποφασιστικότητα,
όταν δεν αποθαρρύνει.
Αποδεικνύει πολλά.
Την πίστη στα ιδανικά,
όταν επιβάλλεται.
Την ωριμότητα,
όταν την αποδεχόμαστε.
Τη δύναμη της λογικής,
όταν υπάρχει.
Και την αποφασιστικότητα,
όταν δεν αποθαρρύνει.
