πώς θα ήταν...

...αν γύριζες από τις διακοπές

όταν πια 
θα κρύωνες για να βουτήξεις στη θάλασσα

όταν πια 
δεν θα 'θελες να κοιμηθείς λεπτό παραπάνω

κι όταν πια

θα αναπολούσες τα παιδιά 
και τη δουλειά στο γραφείο.

αλλά το εισιτήριο,

τσαλακωμένο στο γραφείο,

δεν θα σ' αφήσει να το μάθεις 
ούτε και φέτος

πώς θα ήταν

να είχες τον χρόνο

με το μέρος σου

και να συμπλήρωνες εσύ 

με το δικό σου χέρι,

την ημερομηνία 

στο εισιτήριο της επιστροφής

filmaki

πάω να πιάσω ουρανό, 2004

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer

What can I possibly say?

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you

I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Her or for me

Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

κάθε φορά που θα ερωτεύεσαι για πάντα, 1992

στο πεπρωμένο σου

να δίνεις σημασία

τραγούδια για το τίποτα γραμμένα, 1985

Θα παίζουν τα ραδιόφωνα

τραγούδια για το τίποτα γραμμένα

και η νύχτα στα μικρόφωνα

θα κλέβει την παράσταση για σένα

θ' αλλάζουν όλα γύρω σου
και μόνο αυτά που πέρασες θα μείνουν
Κι εσύ θα καις στον ύπνο σου
γυρεύοντας μιαν έξοδο κινδύνου

κι έλεγα, περνούν τα χρόνια, 2000

Άλλα θέλω κι άλλα κάνω πώς να σου το πω

έλεγα περνούν τα χρόνια θα συμμορφωθώ

Μα είναι δώρο άδωρο ν' αλλάξεις χαρακτήρα

τζάμπα κρατάς λογαριασμό τζάμπα σωστός με το στανιό

Έξω φυσάει αέρας κι όμως μέσα μου
μέσα σ' αυτό το σπίτι πριγκιπέσα μου
το φως σου και το φως χορεύουν γύρω μας
απίστευτος ο κόσμος κι ο χαρακτήρας μας

The third man, 1949

Holly: Wait a minute. Let me out.
Calloway: Well, there's not much time.
Holly: One can't just leave. Please.
Calloway: Be sensible, Martins.
Holly: Haven't got a sensible name, Calloway.

Κλαίουσα

κλαίουσα 

γεμάτη χρόνια

με μια πλάτη που γέρνει

γέρνει και γερνά

τόσο που το δάχτυλο γλύφει το χώμα

ένα ένα.

Κι εκεί,

στα τέσσερα,

εκκίνηση!

You called it our home so I hid a fairy

I also have a fairy at home

On the streaming gutters

I found her on a roof

In the burning hot train of her dress

It was one morning, it smelt like coffee

Everything was covered in frost

She had hidden under a book

And the moon was ending up drunk

I also have a fairy at home

And the train of her dress is burnt

She certainly knows she cannot

And will never be able to fly again

Others tried before her

Before you, another one was here

I found her folded under her wings

And I thought she was cold

I also have a fairy at home

From my shelves she looks down

To the television, thinking

That outside it's war
She reads miscellaneous periodicals

And stays at home

At the window, counting the hours

I also have a fairy at home

And when she takes her breakfast

She makes a noise with her roasted wings

And I know well she's dissolute

But I prefer to kiss her

Or hold her between my fingers

I also have a fairy at home

Who would like to fly but cannot..

ballroom stories

Any time I try to get through
Your phone is quiet and so are you
The consequence of my demand
...
what I need


We've been together so long
The story moved on but we did not
The love we felt
That rescue sight of sentiment
...
what I meant

Little did he know / Wuthering heights

"...so he shall never know how I love him:

and that, not because he's handsome, 

but because he's more myself than I am.  

Whatever our souls are made of, 

his and mine are the same; 

and Linton's is as different as a

moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire..."

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

γη των απουσιων

Τώρα θὰ κοιτάζεις μία θάλασσα.

Ἡ διάθεση νὰ σὲ ἐντοπίσω
στὴ συστρεφόμενη ἐντός μου γῆ τῶν ἀπουσιῶν
ἔτσι σὲ βρίσκει:
πικρὴ παραθαλάσσια ἀοριστία.

Ἐκεῖ δὲν ἔχει ἀκόμα νυχτώσει
κι ἂς νύχτωσε τόσο ἐδῶ
τῶν τόπων οἱ κρίσιμες ὧρες
σπάνια συμπίπτουν.
Κάτι σὰν φῶς καὶ οὔτε φῶς,
ἡ ὥρα τοῦ ἐαυτοῦ σου ἔχει πέσει.

Χορεύουν φύκια
κάτω ἀπ᾿ τὸ τζάμι τοῦ νεροῦ.
Τὰ ρηχά, ἔχουν κι αὐτὰ
τὰ βάσανά τους καὶ τὰ γλέντια τους.

Τώρα θὰ ἔχουν λύσει τὰ μαλλιά τους
οἱ ἁγνὲς ἡσυχίες τριγύρω
μὲ τὴ σιωπή σου θὰ τὶς κάνεις
γυναῖκες σου ἐκπληρωμένες.
Ξαπλώνουν δίπλα σου.
Ἡ σκέψη σου στερεώνει σκαλοπάτια στὸν ἀέρα
κι ἀνεβαίνει. Σὲ κρατάει στὸ ράμφος της.
 

Ποῦ ξέρω ἐγὼ τὰ εὐαίσθητα σημεῖα τοῦ πελάγους
γιὰ νὰ σὲ καταλάβω;

Θὰ κοιτάζεις μία ἔρημη θάλασσα.
Τὸ βλέμμα σου δὲν παραλλάζει
ἀπὸ πλαγιὰ ποὺ γλυκὰ
καὶ μ᾿ ἀνακούφιση σκουραίνει
κατρακυλώντας μὲς στὴν ἀπομάκρυνση.
Ἀναπνέεις μὲ τὸ στέρνο τῶν μακρινῶν ἠρεμιῶν,
ποὺ ἔχω γι᾿ αὐτὲς διαβάσει
στοὺς πολύτομους κόπους ποὺ ἔδεσα.
 

Τώρα, θὰ σοῦ ἔχουν πεῖ ὅ,τι εἶχαν νὰ σοῦ ποῦν
Οἱ ἀναδιπλώσεις τῶν κυμάτων
καὶ θὰ ἐπιστρέφεις κάπου.
Θὰ παίρνεις κάποιο χωματόδρομο,
μιὰ ἄλλη ἅπλα,
ἀλλοῦ γυμνὴ κι ἀλλοῦ ντυμένη μὲ βλάστηση.

Στὴν ψυχή σου δὲν φθάνει κανεὶς
οὔτε διὰ ξηρᾶς οὔτε διὰ θαλάσσης.

Αὐτὸ τὸ δισκίο,
τὸ ἀκουμπισμένο στὸ μαῦρο ἀτμοσφαιρικὸ τραπέζι,
ποὺ τὸ περνᾷς κι ἐσύ, ὅπως κι οἱ ἄλλοι, γιὰ φεγγάρι,
ἄσ᾿ το, δὲν εἶναι φεγγάρι.
Εἶναι τὸ βραδινό μου χάπι
τὸ ψυχοτρόπο.

 Κική Δημουλά

άφησέ με

Άφησέ με να ρθω μαζί σου.

Είναι καλό το φεγγάρι

-δε θα φαίνεται που άσπρισαν τα μαλλιά μου...

ΔΕΝ ΘΑ ΚΑΤΑΛΑΒΕΙΣ.

Άφησέ με να ρθω μαζί σου....

 Γιάννης Ρίτσος

μέγα τ*αξίδι

 " two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference "

Robert Frost

*L

drink see / atomic soda

You asked me not to speak
Then kissed me on the cheek
You said that I was wrong
You said that I was weak
I tried to think awhile
You said I was too long
And when I tried to smile
You sung this pretty song

Drink this baby, it's atomic soda
It'll blow your mind back to how it was

Standing in the snow, icicles on your nose
I felt what once was through your frozen clothes
Standing on the shore, looking at the lake
My arm around you won't stop you shake

summ. up

I love you so much, can't count all the ways

I've died for you girl and all they can say is

"He's not your kind"

They never get tired of putting me down

And I'll never know when I come around

What I'm gonna find

Don't let them make up your mind.

Don't you know...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon,

Please, come take my hand
...

I've been misunderstood for all of my life

But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife

"The boy's no good"

Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for

But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure

Surely would

Baby I've done all I could

Now it's up to you

...

πάω να πιάσω ουρανό, 2004

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer

What can I possibly say?

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you

I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me

Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

saying 'yes'

We can play it safe, or play it cool,
follow the leader, or make up all the rules,
whatever you want, the choice is yours,
So choose 

I checked you, if it’s already been done, undo it,
It takes two, it’s up to me and you, to prove it,
On the rainy nights, even the coldest days,
you’re moments ago, but seconds away,
The principal of nature, it’s true but, it’s a cruel world