20131115

424. Viva Singapura


I try to believe what i feel these days
It makes life much easier for me
It's hard to decide what is real these days
When things look so dizzy to me

I already know my children's children's faces
Voices that i've heard before
There's always more
There's always more

Wandering leaving the sea behind
To my home which everybody owns
Wandering, wandering
Where we can do what we please
Wandering

I feel like a thousand years have passed
I'm younger than i used to be
I feel like the world is my home at last
I know everyone that i meet

Somewhere in the music i can hear the bells
I heard a thousand years before
There's always more
There's always more

Wandering is this there all there is
Since i was since I began to be
Wandering, wandering
Where we can do what we please
Wandering 







20131112

20131104

422. trippin' balls


traffic lights to psychedelia
forgot how to drive my spaceship

20130922

421. καβούρια

Κάποιο απ'τα σπασμένα πλευρά τρύπησε το πνευμόνι, βήχω αίμα, να χάσω ένα τέταρτο του μυρίου για μια γρατζουνιά, ε όχι. Καλύτερα πνιγμένος κάτω από βουνά βασιλικά καβούρια και λεφτάς.


20130828

420. μέρα - νύχτα ήλιος, σελήνη και ηώς

The sun is far away
It goes in circles
Someone dies
Someone lives
In pain
It is burning
Into the thin air
Of the nature
Of a culture
On the dark side
Under the moon
The wolves gather



20130730

419. ανάποδα και ίσια

Στο βόρειο ημισφαίριο οι καιροί κυριολεκτούν κι η θάλασσα γυαλίζει απ'τον αέρα
πιο κάτω όταν φυσάει, ο τόπος έρχεται τούμπα. 
Οι ναύτες που τελειώνουν στο βορρά φυτρώνουν καπετάνιοι.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
   Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
      But I, with mournful tread,
         Walk the deck my Captain lies,
            Fallen cold and dead.
(Walt Whitman)