On-Off

Difficulty in routine.
Changes in my life.
What can I support?

And then she climbed

Transitions

Saturday evening

Obsessed and paranoic.

Like at home

The cat I envy

A planet in my universe

Morning drive

To work.
A dog and then a cat wandering around.
Philip Glass on the air.
Lonely ballet dancers my sweet animals.

I passed under that door.
Still on the same way.
Known and safe.

Windows

From my open window.
So close and far away.
A common landscape.
Restricted and free.
Hurt and proud.
As everybody.
You can't tell.
In between.
Do you mind?
I can tell for you.

Φθινοπωρινή καταιγίδα

Τα μάτια μου κλείνουν στο εκτυφλωτικό φως.
Νύχτα και οι κεραυνοί σκίζονται από πάνω μου.
Πιο πριν βροντές και χάδια κολυμπούσαν γύρω μου.
Και εγώ χανόμουν σε μια θάλασσα γκρι.

Σαν το πουκάμισό σου.

Towards

The end of my holidays

USA trip

Καλή μου αρχή!

Invisible

Όπου και αν έχω πάει ή είμαι,

το Dubai με κρατά στην πνιγερή αγκαλιά του.

Η ζέστη, η έρημος, οι εθνικότητές του, το άπλωμα σε μήκος και ύψος, αυτό το περίεργο σταυροδρόμι ανατολής και δύσης, το βλέμμα προς την ανατολή να φτάνει Ινδία, η υγρή νύχτα, οι οικισμοί που μοιάζουν με USA, το φεγγάρι πάνω μας. 

Πάνω από ό,τι μπορείς να φανταστείς.

Ακόμα και από γατιά που νιαουρίζουν αραβικά.

Ο αέρας του ιμάμη, το κιτρινωπό χρώμα που τελειώνει τον ορίζοντα,

ο ανθρώπινος αχταρμάς που μπερδεύεται με σκόνη και πολυτελή αυτοκίνητα.

Μια περίεργη αίσθηση να μη μου ικανοποιεί την περιέργεια να βρω τα όρια.

Πού τελειώνει;

Πουθενά.

Περιέργεια

Ο ήλιος είναι κόκκινος.
Τα τζιτζίκια ακούγονται ηλεκτρικά,
καλώδια υψηλής τάσεως.
Κάποιος φέρνει πίτσα.
Τα παιδιά φωνάζουν και κολυμπούν.
Η βοή του δρόμου δε σιγάζει.
Εγώ πέφτω για ύπνο.

Χθες έφτασα στο αριστερό όριο.
Ένα παρακλάδι του Μισισιπή.
Περπατούσα υπνωτισμένη.
Με τακούνια, έτσι βγήκα από το δωμάτιο, μαγνητισμένη
χωρίς κινητό, πορτοφόλι κλπ,
να ανακαλύψω μέχρι πού φτάνει το τριγύρω μου.
Βιομηχανική ζώνη που μοιάζει με οικιστική περιοχή,
κήποι, αυλές, κλπ, μόνο οι πινακίδες
μαρτυρούσαν την ταυτότητα.
Πιο κάτω πραγματικά σπίτια.
Πιο κάτω ένα πάρκο του γκολφ.
Πιο κάτω το ποτάμι.
Όλα αυτά, στη μέση του πουθενά.
Περπατούσα ασφαλής σαν σε ένα μεγάλο κάμπινγκ εκτός σεζόν,
ψιλοάδειο,
φαρδύ, χωροταξινομημένο και πράσινο.

Επέστρεφα διασχίζοντας το άδειο πάρκινγκ.
Φορτωεκφορτωτική για νταλίκες.
Έβλεπα το ξενοδοχείο από μακριά.
Είχα κουραστεί πια.
Διέκρινα ένα παράθυρο.
Φαντάστηκα διάφορα πρόσωπα μέσα.
Όχι όλα μαζί.
Διαδοχικά.
Καθένα να με κοιτά από εκεί.
Ένα πείραμα που έπαιξα.
Να δω πού επιταχύνει το βήμα μου.
Αυθόρμητα.

Περιέργεια.

Grounded in St. Louis

Southern sun

First time ESTA?

Taking

Off

The wind tells me

A thunderstorm is coming.
I can see the lightnings.
Orange snakes crossing vertical the sky.
Like an ancient goddess,
I invite them closer.

New people - new territories

Odd si-mi-la-rities

Two more departures

Sitting behind my pc I could cry as a silly one.

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.

You knew we would talk sometime, didn't you?
You read me and I read you.
You caught me first.

Static

Irony

Now let me search my Syrian refugee alter ego.
And how insane I am.

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.

Waterness

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.

The moon showed my way home.

Full moon.

Not me.

And the rebels, one day, they all go quiet.

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

Places

Searching. Deciding. Being.

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.

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.

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.

Moon mou

The moon is low.
Vulnerable and warm.
I will sleep with it.

Αγία Τριάδα, Παρασκευή βράδυ

At the end of the day, θα είσαι ευτυχισμένος.

Africa

Ποταμός, Πέμπτη βράδυ

Towards the sea

Customs want old women to wear black.

Aesthetics demand numerous ugly signs.

Still wondering.

European, balkan or eastern?

Kind reminder

Every day has a challenge.
Don't play the victim.
This is how reality is.

Committed.

Spreading summer

My country buzzes summer under every stone,

hidden in every corner,

on every step after my doorstep.

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?

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)

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.