Two decades over two millennia

The story I'm going to tell, is not my story. It is the story of someone, who is telling a story which is very similar to his own. The dream I will remember, won't be mine. It's the dream of someone who remembers a dream, that is very similar to his own. I think of stories I like to make stories. To tell them. I know this must sound like the dream of little Iasonas. What will he be when he grows up. When I wake up, it'll happen again. It'll start all over...

Thursday, March 08, 2012

Συντομο βιογραφικο

Μ' επιανε συνηθως στο τελος της εβδομαδας
να σκεφτομαι παλιες πειρατικες ιστοριες.
Πανε χρονια που αδειασα τους θησαυρους
απο το ακομψο και ρημαγμενο καραβι,
πουλησα τα παντα για πενηντα λιρες,
κι αραξα σε μια τυχαια στερια,
αναζητωντας τη σοφια.

Κι ο κοσμος μου χανεται διαρκως
μεσα σ' εναν ανεμοστροβιλο.