Brooklyn (NY)

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Reassembly

It's just a life.

My life.

It's not supposed to be hard.

But it still hurts.

That's how it always ends.

But I'm still here.

Not like that.

All alone.

Cochinillas

I have a vast imagination.

Enough for several worlds.

That can't harm anybody.

I'm a complex being.

Half man, half angel.

That is, I'm half alive

and half dead.

Even if it's just a memory

lost in the vastness...

...like the woodlouse

under the earth...

...like the Earth

in the midst of the cosmos...

...like a tiny particle

in the depth of your imagination.

I'll live here,

if you don't forget me.

This is

...they'd scratched me

out of their story.

As if I were dead.

And l thought, ''Maybe l am dead.

Maybe l just haven't noticed yet.''

Can anyboby see me?

Suden vuosi

Shadows.

A presence.

A black creature at the edge of my vision.

Everything you wish for

is already here.

Everything will be fine

Snapshots from a lost city

Images of Chaos

The last sense

- I'm afraid.

Becoming dependent on others.

I'm afraid this is only the beginning,

that I'll slowly fall apart.

Afraid that my world will shrink.

That I'll be even more alone than I am now.

- Everyone is afraid of something.

The five senses

A list of things I want to hear:

the country

movements

thunder

wind

footsteps

rain

children's cries

birds singing

waterfalls

Κυμβαλα

Θα ηθελα ν' αλλαξω τη λειτουργια της φαντασιας μου.

Να μπορω να σε φανταστω

κατω απο τα ρουχα σου

με ολες τις λεπτομερειες.

Ενα λεπτο στρωμα υφασματος

να καταστρεφει ολοκληρο τμημα του εγκεφαλου.

Να εχω αυτη την αισθηση,

εστω κι αυλο

το περιγραμμα σου

χωρις βαρος

Les Cymbales II by Ambrosia

Woodworm

Ξερεις τι ειναι το σαρακι;

Κοιταω ολο το βραδυ τ' αναμμενα καρβουνα,
μονος,
αναμεσα σε γνωστους,
σαν να το εκδικουμε,
να το βασανιζω.
Πλαθω μια γοπα στη πυρωμενη πετρα,
να 'ναι αιχμηρη
αν χρειαστει.

Κι υστερα,
τα πραγματα που χρησιμοποιω καθημερινα
γινονται μεγαλα σαν κτηρια.

Woodworm by Mathew

Lost

Πεφτω παλι.

Μη αναστρεψιμο λαθος.

Ξεχασε το. Δεν υπαρχει.

Χανω τις μνημες μου.

Δημιουργω καινουριες, απο τις εικονες.

Πλαστες μνημες.

A stranger passed by me.

He stole a memory

and a thought.

That of you.

Stranger from hell

Elastic death

Your absence.Seconds, hours, years, centuries.

All relative to an arbitrary, random point.
Lives.
Feels as if you have lived centuries ago.
What do you remember from that?
Your presence.
Can you feel the absence
of someone you haven't met,
of someone who doesn't exist
of someone whose face you don't remember.

Someone lives in our house,
someone lives our lives.

Do you have any idea how is it to live in the ice?
Paralyzed, unable to react.

Correctional House by Sevaresien

Monotonous

- Τι μαγικος ειναι ο κοσμος σου αυτος;

Ο κρυφος, ο μυστικος.

- Ειναι, αλλα οχι οπως τον νομιζεις.

Κυνηγαω τις μαγισσες μου.

Αυτες δε μπορεις να τις δεις.

Κρυβονται κι εμφανιζονται μονο σε μενα.

Δεν βλεπεις τι ειναι αυτο που με τρομαζει περισσοτερο.

Μια μεγαλη επιπεδη επιφανεια χωρις τελος.

'Η η ελλειψη τελους.