28.4.11

δεν.πουθενά




δε μπορεί ένα αντίο 
να κρατήσει
πολλούς μήνες
ένα αντίο
για αυτόν
που δεν έχει φύγει ακόμα

δεν χωράει πουθενά
το αντίο

δεν το βρίσκεις πεταμένο
το μαζεύεις
από κάθε γέλιο
το μαζεύεις
από κάθε βλέμμα και κάθε αγκαλιά

το μαζεύω
και πάλι δεν χωράει
πουθενά

θυμάμαι
τα γέλια
τα βλέμματα
και τις αγκαλιές

η στιγμή
που το βλέμμα του
θα περιμένει το αντίο μου

είναι φορτίο
που δεν αντέχω

26.4.11

1/2*



today
i know
in a moment (click!)
i knew
to the lost
and the findings
i found
fountains
sharing &  carrying
until my very last
moment


they know

they know better






* +1/2


William Shakespeare in 2.

in my heart of hearts
(Hamlet)
there's a method in my madness
(Hamlet)






a fool's paradise
(r+j)





in my mind's eye
(Hamlet)
William Shakespeare was an English poet and playwright.
I met him in Paris tonight; six years later; me, not the same.
He mentioned something about Beckett.
I strongly believed both of them.
?wrong;



24.4.11

.ε*



I live at the corner of old Montmartre
my father returns drunk every night
and the four of us are fed (And in order to feed us)
My poor mother works at the washhouse
I am sick, I dream through my window
I look people pass
when the day comes to vanish
there are things that brought me a little fear
in my street there are people who take a walk
I hear their whispers in the night
when I’m sent to sleep nourished by the corny old tunes
I am suddenly waken from the cries
the final whistle, to stop those lurking, who come and go
then the silence that makes me cold in every heart
in my street there are ghosts who take a walk
and I shake and I am cold and I am afraid
my father he tells me one day: “ daughter,
you will not stay here forvever
you are good at nothing, this is familly
You ought to try to find a way to...
the men find you rather pretty
You'd only have to go out [to work] at night
there are good women who earn their living
in “ dangling themselves over the sidewalk” 
In my street there are women who take a walk

I hear them sing softly in the night
when I’m sent to sleep nourished by the corny old tunes
I am suddenly am waken from the cries
the final whistle, to stop those lurking, who go and come
then the silence that makes me cold my whole heart
in my street there are women who take a walk
and I shake and I’m cold and I’m afraid
And now it's already been weeks and weeks that
I have no longer a home, money
I don't know how the others make it through
but I didn’t try looking for clinets 
I asked all people who passed by for charity
a piece of bread, a little bit of warmth
I had however not much of boldness
now it is me who makes them afraid
in my street all nights I go for a walk
they hear me sob in the night
when the wind drops from the heavens it's corny old tune
all my body is ice for the rain
but I can’t anymore, I waited ceaselessly (for the good god to come)
an invitation to be warmed all near him
in my street there are angels who are taking me away
for always my nightmares are finished
...




*my mirror

19.4.11

πετώντας μαζί μου




μη μου θυμώνεις μάτια μου
που φεύγω για τα ξένα
πουλί θα γίνω και θα 'ρθω
πάλι κοντά σε σένα
...



στις φυγές που πρόλαβες να δεις
στα μάτια που άγγιξες κι αφήνεις
όλοι οι φόβοι καταγής
μένουν πετώντας
μένουν μαζί μου


17.4.11

there was a love*


*the story of the day is about love.
the woman that you loved is dead.
man


There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he


And then one day

A magic day he came my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me









boy














"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"

προσωπικά παραμύθια


Προσωπικά δεν έχω αισθήματα για σένα φιλικά
μονάχα βήματα θιγμένα ερωτικά,
που μ' αναγκάζουνε να φεύγω βιαστικά

Προσωπικά δε θέλω τίποτα μαζί σου λογικά
μου πάει ο ήχος της φωνής σου τραγικά
και δεν αλλάζω το κορμί σου με την άψογη ζωή σου
τελικά

Προσωπικά εγώ τρελαίνομαι,
το παραμύθι σου και να 'μαι και να φαίνομαι
Προσωπικά δεν έχω αίσθηση
αυτό που ζούμε αν είναι αλήθεια ή παραίσθηση
προσωπικά

λέξεις κολυμπάνε στο ποτήρι και φτιάχνουν ιστορίες
σαν παραμύθι δίχως όνομα


Προσωπικά, τυχαίνει βράδια με τραγούδια λαϊκά
ντυμένη κι άδεια κι αφημένη γενικά
να μεταφράζω τη σκηνή δραματικά

Προσωπικά, εμένα ο χρόνος μου γυρίζει κυκλικά
κι αλλάζει ο τόνος μου στο τέλος ειδικά
γι' αυτό να ξέρεις κι επιμένω, κι ας μου το 'χεις ξεγραμμένο
οριστικά





16.4.11

dessert sessions


No more
It's done

Get gone
Your love
Is evil
Lonesome
My bones
Took me such a long time to figure it out
Now is it too late, I can't do it alone
Took me such a long time to figure it out
Don't take it away, away, oh
Snowstorm
In my heart
Crawl home
Your love
Is evil
I'm lonesome
Just get more and more
Where you've dared

12.4.11




θα την τσακίσω εγώ
τη νοσταλγία σου
θα μαχαιρώσω
τη μυστική σου
χαρά
με τ' άσπρα μου
πουλιά
που ζουν
και φτερουγίζουν
μέσα 
στα
μάτια σου

Ν. Εγγονόπουλος


11.4.11

week.end






Feels so good being bad
There's no way I'm turning back 
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure 





Love is great, love is fine 
Out the box, outta line 
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more 




Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it 
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it 
Sticks and stones may break my bones 
But chains and whips excite me 











Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on 
It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong 
And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah ah ah 
I like it-like it 






Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it 
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it 
Sticks and stones may break my bones 
But chains and whips excite me 
 


7.4.11

4.28years (eve)




Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared


I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning


I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up

so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I 'm very, very frightening

I 'll overdo it


Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, 
better gather my shit in

You could drive a car through my head in five minutes

from one side of it to the other


I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it


You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-eight years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for

for twenty-eight years







5.4.11

take my hand


take
my hand
instead of soul
my lips
instead of mind
my art
instead of heart




It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand
Hard not to make other plans
and claim that you've done all you can all along
And life must go on

It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to break down and cry
When every idea that you've tried has been wrong
But you must go on

It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
And don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day. 


It's hard, hard when you're here all alone
And everyone else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity's gone
And it's gone
But you still carry on

'cause you, you are the only one left
And you've got to clean up this mess
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on

...