Ο δρόμος.

Ενα δέντρο ξεκίνησε οικειωθελώς την ζωή του πανω στο τραπέζι. Η ώρα πήγε δύο και δύο μάτια δεν παρέλειψαν να το παρατηρήσουν. Πάνω στο μάρμαρο στεκόντουσαν ανυπόμονες οι κάμποσες βαλίτσες σου. Oύτε αυτές αντέχανε την ασφυξια της μισής ώρας. Μία ανησυχια σκάει στο τραπέζι σαν καρπός. Την αρπάζεις και την τρως. Θα βρεις άραγε ταξί? Γυρνάω πλάτη, δεν θέλω να σε βλέπω. Το ρολοϊ με ειδοποιεί...δύο και δέκα. Καταραμένη οπτική αίσθηση, μερικές φορες στρέφεσαι εκεί που δεν με συμφέρει. Αναστενάζω χωρίς να ξεχάσω να προσποιηθώ καποια έλλειψη οξυγόνου. Σε κοιτάω, κοιτάς το δέντρο, κοιταει τις βαλίτσες και θλιμμένα πετάει τον τελευταίο του καρπό γι' απόψε. Τον παίρνεις και τον τρως. Οι βαλίτσες σου τσιρίζουν. Mερικές έχουν βουρκώσει. Το δέντρο γέρνει και κοιμάται. Φτάνει για σήμερα. Θα βρεις ταξι άραγε? Σιωπή. Slow Motion. Η ώρα πήγε δυόμιση. Δεν θέλω να φύγεις. Σου εύχομαι να βρεις γρήγορα ταξί.

Στον αδερφό μου, Πειρατή

Μετά από αμέτρητες νύχτες αϋπνίας
άρχισα να σκέφτομαι έντονα το θάνατο.
Και η ιδέα του ασταμάτητου ύπνου χωρίς όνειρα
με έκανε να αναρριγήσω κρυφά από ηδονή

Really Bad And Cheap poetry

They say a woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

Well, if we realize it, people do whatever they want in oceans.

They piss, they throw their garbage and their shit, they kill out of control the life they have inside them, they test nuclear weapons, they throw chemicals and other shit that I can’t recall right now.

But most of all, people throw in the oceans their secrets.

They stand on the edge and talk to the ocean, scream at it, cry and ask why.

Like it doesn’t have enough inside it…

It seems like I lost the point.

But what I want to say is that I’m not the ocean.

I threw the secrets that hurt my heart (mine and yours) in an invisible notebook.

I burned it and now I’m a cloud.
I can't keep your secrets...just your dreams.

Always did

'' You know, i love my men. I always loved them. What? No,i'm not married and never was. Actually i didn't even have a real relationship with them. Who are they?Oh,they were... they are everyone,every time among the years. I love my men. I love the way they look at me with their big eyes, the way they laugh,the way they hug and kiss me, the way they whiff on my neck, the way they light my cigarette,the way they tell me their great stories,the way they've done everything,the way they pretend they're never bored,the way they look away to someone else,the way they're getting mad when I'm looking at someone else...I love their hypocrisy,i love their lies,i love them when they're out of control,i love them when they hurt me,i love them even when they walk away... You think i'm too young to know what love is? I think you're too old and have forgotten. Love is something personal,that every single man lives it on his own way. That's why my men hurt me and i hurt them. Because we didn't try to love in the way the other person wanted to be loved. Cause that's what love is all about. But i'm sure, that even when i'm dying,my last thought will be: "I loved my men. I always loved them. 'Till now..." You know,three days now in a row, there are that lyrics from a song stuck on my mind :

'it's just another day,nothing in my way,i don't wanna go,i don't wanna stay,now there's nothing left to say..'

Tells everything.. I gotta go now, my bus is waiting. Bye.. ''

Cat Hair

Επιστροφή απ' το πατρικό
με γατότριχες στα ρούχα.
Το μόνο που θέλω είναι ησυχία
και τσιγάρα.
Για να ξεπλύνω απ' το μυαλό μου το τελευταίο σου βλέμμα.
Γι' άλλη μια φορά νιαουρίζω μόνη.

just cold. but not really.

Don't really care

Doesn't really hurts

Just playn' it to feel it more and learn to grow the sore

my sore, your sore,  his sore.

No, i don't really care

but i do need to fill this cup and drink it till is empty

just to see it empty 

and then fill it again,

to feel it's in my hand

But oh dog , i made him cry, i still am, he's still crying

Let me do this, son, let me do this, mother

  to kill the saint that hurts my brain

  to freeze this deep breath with it's balance 

and you my love just be in pain

  to make sure that i won't be too,

my loss, my gain 

look at me, i'm running out of feelings 

and this new year finds me alone

that's what i wanted, didn't i?

this beautiful empty night

don't have much steps to walk myself home

But that's all in the past, 

and this moment when i'll wright it down, it will be too

i still remember my thoughts, and as hard as i try, it's still past

'cause  when i laid down to sleep then it hurt the most

my head and fingernails where ice

my brain and blood where ice

my heart was so warm that calmed me down

and yet i didn't had anyTHING nor anyONE, to pass that warm to