Στο παρελθόν γελούσαμε
Στο παρόν κλαίμε
Στο παρελθόν τρέχαμε
Στο παρόν κουρνιάζουμε
Στο παρελθόν χαιρόμασταν
Στο παρόν θρηνούμε
Στο παρελθόν αγαπούσαμε
Στο παρόν θυμώνουμε
Στο παρελθόν ζούσαμε
Στο παρόν πεθαίνουμε
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...
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Metropia
A voice in your head talking to you.
It is not yours.
Okay... It's me.
It is only in my head.
No one can be inside my head.
It comes from me.
I do not breathe as I should. If I
breathe better, so it will disappear.
Calm.
Do you think they are your thoughts?
You can trust me.
Nobody can hear your thoughts.
It is not yours.
Okay... It's me.
It is only in my head.
No one can be inside my head.
It comes from me.
I do not breathe as I should. If I
breathe better, so it will disappear.
Calm.
Do you think they are your thoughts?
You can trust me.
Nobody can hear your thoughts.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
El pasado-Το περασμα
Πάλι αυτή η εικόνα.
Μέσα στη μπανιέρα,
κουλουριασμένη σαν έμβρυο
μέσα σε πλακούντα ή
κουκούλι μεταξοσκώληκα,
προφυλάσσοντας το κεφάλι
από το θυμό και την
αλύπητη μανία μου.
Δεν καταλαβαίνω αν περιμένεις ένα χάδι,
έστω και σκληρό
ή
απλά έκλεισες τον γενικό διακόπτη
σαν σε ένα στάδιο μεταμόρφωσης,
παραίτησης,
δεν αντιδράς στις λέξεις.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Ο καθρεφτης του χρονου και της μνημης
Ζησε στο σπιτι,
κι αυτο θα σταθει ορθιο.
Θα καλεσω οποιονδηποτε αιωνα,
θα περπατησω μεσα του
και θα χτισω ενα σπιτι μονος μου...
Παιδικες μνημες οι οποιες για χρονια δε με αφηναν σε ησυχια,
ξαφνικα εξαφανιστηκαν.
Σαν να ειχαν λυωσει.
Και στο τελος
σταματησα να ονειρευομαι για το σπιτι
σταματησα να ονειρευομαι για το σπιτι
που ειχα ζησει τοσα χρονια πριν.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Μεταφραση
Την παιρνω μαζι μου παντου.
Ειναι τοσο ομορφη που μπορει να σπασει
την καρδια ενος αντρα μ' ενα βλεμμα,
μια περηφανη κινηση του ωμου της.
Μου λεει οτι θα πεθανει νεα.
Της λεω οτι ολες οι ομορφες γυναικες εχουν την ιδια
εμμονη. Η μικρη διαρκεια ειναι το γνωρισμα
της ομορφιας, σφραγιζοντας την μεσα σε στοματα ανδρων.
Την παιρνω μαζι μου παντου.
Εχει το ασπλαχνο βλεμμα μιας θεας.
Ολοι οι ανδρες που την βλεπουν
θελουν να ζησουν τις ρημαγμενες τους ζωες για παντα.
Ειναι τοσο ομορφη που μπορει να σπασει
την καρδια ενος αντρα μ' ενα βλεμμα,
μια περηφανη κινηση του ωμου της.
Μου λεει οτι θα πεθανει νεα.
Της λεω οτι ολες οι ομορφες γυναικες εχουν την ιδια
εμμονη. Η μικρη διαρκεια ειναι το γνωρισμα
της ομορφιας, σφραγιζοντας την μεσα σε στοματα ανδρων.
Την παιρνω μαζι μου παντου.
Εχει το ασπλαχνο βλεμμα μιας θεας.
Ολοι οι ανδρες που την βλεπουν
θελουν να ζησουν τις ρημαγμενες τους ζωες για παντα.
Friday, March 18, 2011
I take my Anna everywhere
I take my Anna everywhere.
She is so beautiful she can break
a man's heart with a look,
the proud thrust of her shoulder.
She tells me she will die young.
I tell her all beautiful women have the same
premonition. Brevity is the stamp
of beauty, sealing it in the mouths of men.
I take my Anna everywhere.
She has the unpitying gaze of a goddess.
All the men who see her
want to live their wrecked lives forever.
I.L.
She is so beautiful she can break
a man's heart with a look,
the proud thrust of her shoulder.
She tells me she will die young.
I tell her all beautiful women have the same
premonition. Brevity is the stamp
of beauty, sealing it in the mouths of men.
I take my Anna everywhere.
She has the unpitying gaze of a goddess.
All the men who see her
want to live their wrecked lives forever.
I.L.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011
#6 Marko
I lack method.
I am trying to strip away
as much as possible.
I'm searching for purity.
Truth.
And it's rather difficult.
I would like to have the courage
to abandon myself to love.
Venus and Adonis is about
a woman who wants to love -
- and a man
who does not and dares not.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
#5 Jens
Make use of time,
let not advantage slip;
Beauty within itself
should not be wasted ...
I can't figure out what I've done.
Or what other people have done.
Or if I've fallen into a trap.
Or if I've done the right thing.
We'll communicate like in the old
days; be like we once were.
We must think more simply.
We must rediscover joy.
We must find some
of what we used to share.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
#4 Eva
Don't destroy yourself
-I don't know what it means.
to punish me.
I am just trying to bridge
the gap I feel between us.
I don't intent to live
with a guilty conscience.
-What does her decision
not to see you mean to you?
-I don't know what it means.
But at some point I'll give up.
I can't fight any more.
I have done what I can.
I have made mistakes
I shouldn't have made.
I didn't mean to.
But what's done is done.
I can't change the past.
I know you want to be left in peace
so I will leave you alone.
From now on
we'll have nothing to
do with each other, OK?
Monday, February 14, 2011
#2 Tanja
Try to learn to live without him.
When he says he's quitting the stage,
don't believe him.
He will never quit the stage.
The stage is his life.
There is no room for anything else.
And you will play a minor part
in your own life and on stage.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
#1 Jacob
It goes the wrong way.
Love should go backwards.
It should start with a broken heart.
By being left forever.
Why not just get it over with?
After that we have the blazing row
where I force you to choose.
But the next morning we wake up
and everything is OK.
We have breakfast in bed.
Stay naked till late afternoon.
And all our feelings
are superficial.
Then we fall in love.
Everything is a game.
And we focus more and more on
our preparations for the great event:
First sight.
It happens.
Suddenly there we are.
We see each other for the first time.
- "Hi."
- You say.
"Hi" I say.
And I turn around
and I've never met you.
And I am free.
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