see the sea ;-)

Dedicated to the originally southern people - and to the ones who feel so.

A long ride across the Coast of Attica last Sunday, just 30km away from Athens, was enough to make me realise that my 3-months-period without any blink of sea in the everyday-life has turned me to a starved for light - and freedom - person.

Don't underestimate whatever derives from nature and that exists; the stone, the sun and the sea, the birds and the fish, mum and dad, the trees and the clouds - roots and drifters... Breathing.

Echoing, echoing... [Plath]

Elm
For Ruth Fainlight

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.

Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously,
Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
Echoing, echoing.

Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
This is rain now, this big hush.
And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. S
corched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.

Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
Cruelly, being barren.
Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

I let her go. I let her go
Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.
How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? -

Its snaky acids hiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.

Sylvia Plath

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[ab]Normal [eli]/[illu]mination

"[...]This is, in fact, one of the very interesting things about biological investigators. They use the infrequent to illuminate the common. The former they call abnormal, the latter normal. Often, as is the case for John Money [psychologist] and others in the medical world, the abnormal requires management. In the examples I will discuss, management means conversion to the normal. Thus, we have a profound irony. Biologists and physicians use natural biological variation to define normality. Armed with this description, they set out to eliminate the natural variation that gave them their definitions in the first place. [...]"

Anne Fausto-Sterling,How to Build a Man

It seems that this theory serves as the basement for the political manipulation in the society as a whole! In the name of the normality [?] we saturize [or sacrifice?] the different.

So let's get bored!

...and let's get hurted...

This (is?!?) a post (and) HAS to be in greek.

Κάθομαι εδώ με τον κέρσορα να ανεβοσβήνει. Αλλά θα το συντάξω.

Όλα ξεκίνησαν με ερέθισμα το περιβόητο (πια) άρθρο για το blogging. Μετά από σχεδόν δύο μήνες εδώ [κι εννοώ τη μπλογκόσφαιρα του παντού/πουθενά με τον οικουμενικό αλλά virtual - ή virtual αλλά οικουμενικό - χαρακτήρα της!] αισθάνομαι την ανάγκη να λογοδοτήσω ή και να (επανα;)προσδιοριστώ.

Κατ'αρχήν φέρω την πλήρη επίγνωση του αμήχανα ανένταχτου: αποτελώ την πράσινη γραμμή του Αττίλα ή ας πούμε το Τείχος του Βερολίνου. Εννοώ πως διατηρώντας ένα blog ούτε αμιγώς ελληνικό αλλά ούτε και αμιγώς αγγλικό, είμαι σαν τα αεροδρόμια των ΗΠΑ - το έδαφός μου δεν εμπίπτει στη δικαιοδοσία κανενός ` με όλες τις θετικές ή αρνητικές συνέπειες αυτής της διαπίστωσης. Φαινομενικά. Διότι εντός μου τα πράγματα είναι σαφώς καθορισμένα: τούτο το ιστολόγιο (για να εξιλεωθώ με τον ελληνικό όρο του blog ;-)) είναι καθαρόαιμο ελληνικό, από τις ρίζες της μνήμης προς τον κορμό των επιρροών έως το φύλλωμα των καθημερινών ερεθισμάτων. Ωστόσο η χρήση της αγγλικής γεννήθηκε από την ανάγκη χρήσης ενός παγκόσμιου κοινού κώδικα, ο οποίος τη σήμερον ημέρα τυχαίνει να μην είναι τα σουαχίλι ούτε τα λατινικά ούτε τα ελληνικά.

Έτσι, λόγου χάρη, το όνομα dreamprints εμπνεέται (όντως, taflinel!) από τις ελληνικές ονειροπερπατησιές αλλά, πέρα από τη διάσταση του (απο)τυπώματος που ενέχει το print, εκφράζει την πρόθεση για ξάνοιγμα πέρα από "τις θολές γραμμές των οριζόντων".

Προσωπικά βιώνω το blogging όχι απλά ως ένα ημερολόγιο καθημερινότητας του γράφοντος. Διότι ημερολόγιο-ονειρολόγιο κρατώ εδώ και χρόνια ούτως ή άλλως. Αλλά το να στήσω τον εαυτό μου μπροστά στο πληκτρολόγιο με τη σκέψη ότι τα λογάκια που ρέουν από την άκρη του μικρού δαχτύλου μου καταλήγουν σε κάποια οθόνη της Αυστραλίας ή του Μεξικού με έβαλε σε σκέψεις. Για μένα είναι ένα στοίχημα να εξασκήσω [βάσει ερεθισμάτων της καθημερινότητας] ένα κριτικό προφίλ δημόσιου χαρακτήρα έχοντας κατά νου ότι, παρ΄ότι φαινομενικά ανένταχτη, δεν μπορώ παρά να είμαι ουσιαστικά μέρος - και συνεπώς εκπρόσωπος κατά μία έννοια - της ελληνικής πραγματικότητας. Ό,τι λέμε και ό,τι δημιουργούμε ποτέ δεν προέρχεται μόνο από εμάς αλλά και από τους (α)ορατους που μας περιτριγυρίζουν επηρεάζοντάς μας. Δεν είμαι απλώς η Έλια αλλά αναγκαστικά εντάσσομαι στην ομάδα των Ελληνίδων, σε αυτή της γενιάς του 2000, σε αυτή των Αθηναίων, στην ομάδα των σπουδαστών του Ε.Μ.Π., στην ομάδα των μη αλκοολικών - και εν πάσει περιπτώσει μπορώ να συνεχίσω επ' άπειρον διαπιστώνοντας ομάδες στις οποίες ανήκω, όπως και ο καθένας μας, εκόυσια ή ακούσια. Ανήκω και είμαι φορέας "αναγκαστικά".

Προσωπικά επιλέγω λοιπόν να δώσω δημόσιο πρόσωπο στην ελληνική μου ταυτότητα. Και αυτό είναι ένα στοίχημα.

Όπως ένα δεύτερο στοίχημα είναι να διατηρήσω το δικό μου στυλ γραφής και περιεχομένου - μην υποκύπτοντας στις "απαιτήσεις του κοινού", όπως θα έλεγε η ...τηλεθέαση. Η δόση της ματαιοδοξίας που κουβαλάμε όλοι μας επιβάλλει - και υποβάλλει - συνταγές για το 'πώς-θα-κάνετε-το-blog-σας-πιο-διάσημο'. Αλλά κινδυνεύεις έτσι να γίνεις μιμητής. Η όλη συζήτηση περί ομοιομορφίας στις πολιτικές ορθιότητες της DIS μού πάει γάντι [προσωπικά θα προτιμήσω τον όρο ομοιομορφία από ομοιογένεια...].

Δικτυακά ακοινώνητη; Ο χρόνος θα δείξει "αν μας αντέξει το σκοινί". Αυτοί είναι πάντως οι ευγενείς στόχοι - τώρα που δεν έχουν ακόμα αρχίσει οι εκπτώσεις ;-)

Answering the fairy-tale's question...

......................................................................."am I pretty?"

Winter package

"A man wrapped up in himself
makes a very small package" Anonymous

I can look at it from at least two differents points of view:

• Backpack and go fly
• Unfold if you want to broaden your roots

I'm in the thin [red?!] line of the horizon ;-)

A.B.O.R.T.I.O.N.

At first, I was just surprised to find out only yesterday that in Portugal (as well as in Poland, in Malta or in Ireland) abortion is judged as illegal. Then I began to think why I was surprised with this fact:
- Is it that I consider abortion as a woman's right? Well, it's not exactly the case that I have any ethic dilemma at all about the embryon.
- Is it that I was raised up in a community which, although not legalises, depenalises the abortion (there is a not-insignificant difference) since 1986? Hm, so is it just a matter of social influence to me?
- Is it that in front of my eyes abortion acts as a sort of meter for each country/community with...'progressive' ideas? Is there any possibility that I confuse this with the idea of faith &/or religion?

Before any attempt to answer, I jump in a small 'research' of the greek facts:

• Greece possesses the first place in the number of abortions per thousand. According to statistics of the reliable Institute Alan Goodmaher of N. York, in France correspond 14 abortions per thousand women, in Italy 19, in Canada 10, in Britain 12 and in Greece 140. That is to say annually 350.000-400.000 abortions are realised.
  [see the greek site Το πληθυσμιακό πρόβλημα της Θράκης]
• In Greece each year 200.000 abortions get realised, a number which is double of that of the births! Concretely, every forth woman declared that she had at least one personal experience of undesirable pregnancy. Every third young woman between 14-19 years old have done at least once an abortion!!! [see greek site Tα πρωτεία κατέχει η Ελλάδα στις εκτρώσεις]
• Ιn Greece, contrary to countries of abroad, the 97-98% of children are given birth in the frame of a marriage. According to a scientific collaborator of a well-known private greek clinic, "to an abortion is lead usually either a very young girl, which does not have enough briefing neither from the family-environment nor from the school and of course is not ready to become mother, or an older woman after she has got married, because she does not probably want one more baby and faces economical problems. An important reason is that the Greek women do not take precautions of contraception as the foreigners".

Which means that we are "progressive" enough to depenalise the abortion but blind enough to preserve the taboo of the subject and not informing our own children??!!

I don't claim this is an easy decision. After all if you ask me in a personal level, I would answer that I feel simultaneously a child and an old grand-mama [if only one could understand this feeling...].

Too young to bring a new baby to life & too old [or too involved] not to let it earn its place here.

Just a woman.

This is not a post.

.

.

This is not a pipe.

[Rene Magritte, 1929]

"You can put an end to your life without killing yourself"

I am back from the dark cinema tube... My journey was against the wall [Gegen die Wand]; like against the stream - or against vanity.

I was feeling somehow uneasy sitting in front of such scenes passing in front of me; that was in the beginning. Then suddenly I got myself been involved but still I couldn't treat with my feelings. I cannot tell you if I finally "liked" the movie or not - maybe it's too early as I am redigesting the...datas. I cannot even say that I'm shocked or whatever - no, not that.

Maybe I'm only stuck with the idea: "You can put an end to your life without killing yourself. You can just put an end to your life here. You can go in Africa and help people." I'm just thinking of the versus of a great greek poet, Constantinos Kavafis:

"Έτσι που τη ζωή σου ρήμαξες εδώ

στην κώχη ετούτη τη μικρή, σ' όλη την γη την χάλασες." [Η Πόλις]

"Just as you've ruined your life here,

in this small corner of earth, you've wrecked it now the whole world through." [The City]

...still thinking which one suits me the best...

PS: Of course the film was much more than this idea! The movie title is officially translated (and promoted) as "head on" and not "against the wall", but i suggest the latter as I find that to be much more representative of the whole idea/atmosphere of the film.

"...στέκω στις μύτες των ποδιών μα δε σε φτάνω..."

Ποια η σκοπιμότητα της στατιστικής αν δεν αποτελεί το υπόβαθρο για επαναπροσαρμογή των "κεκτημένων" στα νέα δεδομένα; Το ρητορικό ερώτημα αναβαθμίζεται σε πραγματικό: μήπως είναι καιρός να εντάσσουμε τα στοιχεία σύγχρονων στατιστικών στην αυτή [σύγχρονη] ανώτατη πανεπιστημιακή εκπαίδευση;

Όχι τίποτα άλλο - να μάθουν οι φοιτητές της αρχιτεκτονικής, λόγου χάρη, ότι η πόρτα δεν είναι πλέον 2,10μ. πριν φτάσουν να οικοδομούν κουκλόσπιτα για τους γιους του Φασούλα ;-)

Sex vs/& Gender... which is first? which is stronger?

What is 'sex' and what is 'gender'? What is their difference? By the term 'sex' we are supposed to recognize the 'biological' discrimination between a man and a woman. The term 'gender' refers to the 'sociological' discrimination of this kind.

According to Foucault's discourse [and to the up-to-that-day theories] the chain for the development of a man or a woman was of this sequence:

sex [biology] -> gender [society] ->...

So the idea was that through the influence of society the final thesis is built.

Judith Butler at 1990's worked with the idea of a different sequence of development not only by entering a new term (the one of 'desire') but by reversing also the direction, like this:

desire -> gender -> sex ->...

So given the discourse of desire, the gender is established under the influence of sociological / ideological / cultural environment / system [gender] in such a way the a final definition of 'sex' emerges. But in this say gender discrimination has always the same result with the sex discrimination.

I'm working with these ideas recently, finding very interesting the whole conversation whether sex [gender or whatever after all!] is primitively orientated by the human being itself or by the society and given which discourse. I even work on a different approach of Butler's theory [...!]

And all that due to the infinitive discussions lately about homosexuality, bysexuality and 'all time classic' [?!?] heterosexuality.

PS: Experimental series of lectures in NTUA [architecture faculty] very much appreciated - a great congrats to the professors! It would be great if those efforts will continue like that and don't ever "surrender" to the... traditional [sucked] discourse!

Συντρίμμια... του 1973

"Ακόμα κι αν όλα χαθούν
ακόμα κι αν γίνουν συντρίμμια
μαζί τους θα' μαι κι εγώ
μαζί τους και τώρα και πάντα..." Νάντια Βαλαβάνη

Σημαίες και γαρύφαλα...

"Τη μέρα αυτή που διάλεξα ~ Εδώ μπροστά σας να σταθώ

Τραγούδια και μισόλογα ~ Στο φως να καταθέσω

Πώς πήρα τέτοια απόφαση ~ Δεν ξέρω αν θ' αντέξω

Η μέρα αυτή θυμίζει μακελειό

Νοέμβρης ήταν τη χρονιά ~ Που εδώ γινόταν του χαμού

Εγώ ήμουν δεκαεννιά ~ Κι αυτή εβδομήντα τρία

Και να που ερωτεύτηκα ~ Κάποια χρονολογία

Κι ο έρωτας κρατάει για καιρό...

Μα έχει ο καιρός γυρίσματα ~ Μεγάλωσε κι αυτή κι εγώ

Μεγάλωσαν κι οι φίλοι μου ~ Εκεί γύρω στα σαράντα

Στα κόμματα γαντζώθηκαν ~ Κι εγώ δεν ξέρω τι να πω

Και άλλοι στο σπιτάκι τους για πάντα...

Η απόσταση μας έσωσε ~ Μα οι θύμησες πληγώνουνε

Και λέμε σα βρισκόμαστε ~ Τα ίδια και τα ίδια

Μα νιώθω σα μικρό παιδί ~ Που πάλι το μαλώσανε

Και φεύγω σε μια άγονη επαρχία...

Κοιτάζω πάλι πίσω μου ~ Δυο γιους απόκτησα κι εγώ

Δεκαεννιά Νοέμβρηδες μου βάρυναν την πλάτη

Σημαίες και γαρύφαλα ~ Εμπόριο κι απάτη

Και λόγοι επισήμων στο κενό...

Κρατάω το στόμα μου κλειστό ~ Τα χείλη μου ματώσανε

Κι αυτοί που μας προδώσανε ~ Ανέραστοι να μείνουν

Κουφάλες δεν ξοφλήσαμε, ~ Αυτό έχω μόνο να τους πω

τα όνειρα των εραστών δε σβήνουν..."

Διονύσης Τσακνής, "Νοέμβρης '73"

L.I.F.E.

Life is the meaning of life
It's a journey not a destination
Feeling of sand between your toes
Eternity and a Day [my own!]

just to sum up some ideas i liked most [except the last]...in Real meaning of life PROJECT

"the essential is invisible to the eyes" return

little prince is back ...


He returns as I do.
He always returns in one million different ways with a different face each time - exactly as I do.
Always the same danger; to be the "imitation", a "fake" portrait of the original. Doubt.
Same danger for the book, as well. Comparison.

I just finished "The Return of the Little Prince", a book of Jean-Pierre Davidts; just a letter to Antoine de Saint Exupery!
I couldn't have avoided the comparison. And the doubt.
BUT I'm not gonna say anything about that now; just a nice reason, an irritation to make you remember the Little Prince, his fox and his rose...
Meaning of life ;-)

I discovered my net-Mamma ;-)

I'm here to present you with honor the Mother of all Search Engines !! It's my new discovery these days; it concerns the only database that searches in all the ...other databases :-) A conjuction of Google, lykos and so on. Excitment.

Βραχυκύκλωμα

Κυκλωμένη νιώθω με τρόπο σύντομο - βραχύ.
Πώς επανακτάς αυτοπεποίθηση;
Βδομάδα που αποζητώ τον κρύο αέρα να μου δείξει πως είμαι ακόμα ζωντανή.

Οι εμπειρίες μου του καλοκαιριού, αναφομοίωτες ακόμη, με διεκδικούν.
Οι προσδοκίες μου της άνοιξης, προσχεδιασμένες ήδη, με κατακλύζουν.

Στο μεταίχμιο παλεύω να επιβιώσω
σε χρόνο μεταβατικό / μη-πραγματικό
αναζητώντας την έννοια "πατρίδα" σε τόπους - ανθρώπους ή αισθήματα.

"if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
well I deserve nothing more than I get
'cause nothing i have is truly mine" [Dido, Life for Rent]

Wrapped up

Endless miles and miles did pass under my shoes today.
No sand.
I'm walking much again.

Round personality all closed
and it absorbs you

"A man wrapped up in himself
makes a very small package"

Endless miles and miles when you are unpacking - yourself.
Sand.
Much again.

Economical Disease or Disease of Economy?

"An economist is a man
with an irrational passion
for dispassionate rationality" John Maurice Clark

Open dialog with a cow [alternative title : Elephant &/vs Cow]

See Estilhacos , 8th of November!

SO: What is that the elephant want to say?? ;-)

Όταν το χρύσο EUROcup συναντά τσίγκινο εθνικό "δώρο"

Ο λόγος περί της Μακεδονίας

"Το όνομά μας δεν το πουλάμε
Και τον Μπους και τον Μπους δεν προσκυνάμε"

- κατά το "σήκωσέ το , το γ*μένο
............δεν μπορώ, δεν μπορώ να περιμένω"

Visited 25 countries => 11% !!! I'm excited!

create your own visited countries map

I decided to count down the places I have been to up to now... I usually do that when I feel somehow "stuck" at home and in everyday-life. May this bless-thing-of-travelling be continued forever!

North America: Canada (Toronto, Quebec, Montreal), United States (New York, Boston, Washington, Atlantic City, Valtimore)

Africa: Marocco (Kasamblanca)

Europe: Austria (Wien, Salzburg), Belgium (Brussels, Waterloo, Tournai), Danmark (Kopenhague), Finland (Helsinki, Yvalo, Saariselka), France (Nice, Marseille, Paris, Lille), Germany (Frankfurt, Dresden, Leipzig, Berlin), Greece (.......), Hungary (Heviz, Budapest), Italy (Rome, Florenzia, Pisa, Venezia), Luxembourg (Luxembourg), Malta (Valetta, Mdina), Monaco (Monaco), Netherlands (Amsterdam, Hague), Norway (Oslo), Portugal (Lisboa, Funchal), Russia (St. Petesburg, Moskow), Spain (Madrid, Toledo, Barcelona, Las Palmas), Sweden (Stockholm), Switzerland (Geneve, Champoussin), Ukraine (Kievo), United Kingdom (London, Oxford, Edinburgh, St. Andrews, Glaksow, Kilconquhar, Loch Ard, Brandridge)

Asia: China (Beijing, Hong Kong, Xian, Guelin)

Nostalgy

Champoussin, Switzerland


"There is a land that I can go to
when I have time to rest [...]

This land I go to when I'm tired
And need to see and walk in green
The people who can laugh and drink
And see things others have not seen

Then I heard the wind calling from over the sea [...]"

Marianne Faithfull, "Ireland"

polyPOCKET ;-)

Ok, this is meant to be an historical day of 2004 [or at least one more]. It's the first day in Greece after almost six months that I'm wearing a sweatshirt and a jean-jacket beyond my T-shirt! Who is thinking now that this is of no importance :P ?? "God of trivial things"...

Wind makes leaves swirling around and cold makes you feel alive.

I'm wrapped up in my jacket.

Have I mentioned that I love pockets? It's now finally the time for hands to rest in their "winter home" - playing secret games without being seen. Besides this I love pockets because they are as the sand-drawers; you can find there small forgotten treasures from the past in some unexpected time.

Unexpected pockets.

Unpredictable time. ****************************************even better if both are shared

"Macedonia is Greek" (Hellas, demonstration 1991)

Find out about Macedonian History with evidences and references.

Fact1

• "In 1991, after the dissolution of the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, the southernmost republic declared itself independent and sought international recognition under the name Republic of Macedonia."

Fact2

• "The UN voted to accept the country as a new member with the temporary name of Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia, while enjoining the two member states to work out their differences."

Fact3

• "Additionally, conflict arose over the creation of a FYROM state flag incorporating the Star of Vergina, the issuing of currency with the White Tower of Thessaloniki, and articles of the new constitution implying a right to all lands of ancient Macedonia. The two symbols have been recognized worldwide as symbols of Greek history and culture."

AHI's Letter to Secretary of State Powell Calls for New US-FYROM Agreement

"Explain to me as if I was a 5-year-old" (movie "philadelphia")

Well, I have a simple question for / to the Americans; just a naiv query. How can it be that the most conservative Americans, the most religion-family-country ones, vote for G.W.Bush because of "moral issues" (!!) when he is EXACTLY the one who leads a war - the most controversal idea against morality [and of course against what christian religion declares]??

PS: Who said that Kerry was more "dangerous" for greek national matters? Why the Greeks feel deep inside somehow "relieved" with Bush (although the majority is idealogical against him)? Is it because today, just the 1st day after he was re-elected, Bush recognised officially Skopja with the name "Macedonia"??

I feel really sick.

DreamWalker Red Label - 1

Dreams keep on getting printed for one whole month! I feel like walking. Up to dancing is still a long way - like personality. BUT, dear dreamwalkers [like johnny-walker :P], don't stay there pathetic just to see the stuff printed - print by yourself [like do-it-yourself, praktiker :P]; which means make more comments!

Prost with a whiskey today - as it is finally getting a bit colder :-)

Impossible is nothing ;-)

«Μας έφεραν την Βραζιλία»... στο Κύπελλο Συνομοσπονδιών
Ελλαδίτσα, καλή τύχη!

As a general rehearsal to the Mundial 2006... Greece will play against Brazilia on the 16th of June 2005 in Leipzig [i will be there :-)) ]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The program of the greek football team consists of two more games:

19/6, Frankfurt: Japan-Greece

22/6, Frankfrut: Mexico-Greece

I cross fingers for the revival of one more 4th of July ;-) because as we learned from the olympic slogan: IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!

"Take that look from off your face"

"Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you've never been
But all the things that you've seen
They slowly fade away

So I'll start a revolution from my bed
'Cuz you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face [...]

My soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger I heard you say

At least not today."

Oasis, "don't look back in anger"

Humidity. Sick heat in Athens, Monday afternoon, first day of November. I step off my University, turn my head up to see the sky - desperate to breathe some "proper air". I'm not speaking of a "clean" one by the means of polluted or not polluted, I just want to feel my lungs with the proof that I'm not just existing, I'm living. Sentiment well-known: blue symptom => It will take to me miles and miles of walking to fix it [it is always like that]. So I take by foot the way back home, well aware of the fact that I will need 50 minutes to arrive in my purple room. I don't mind.

_________-----_______-- I'm in the middle of my way and still my head is beeping signs of lack of air.

___________--------__ I'm sick of the music from my walkman, I'm sick of finding a purpose for everything, I'm sick of living without purpose.

---_____---------________ I'm sick of reclaming I DON'T WANT TO COMPROMISE [and then i do it], I'm sick of the non-conformists [because they just react].

___________----_____ When I'm not learning, I sometimes have the impression that finally I've got to know a couple of things/ when I'm learning, I always find out I know nothing.

-----------------------------------------------------End of my way/I arrived home_______

My soul slides away, as Oasis say.
I just nod to my parents "good afternoon" and I'm again out on my way to the videoclub just to meet there hazardly a girl from my school that I haven't seen for at least one year and a half.

As I found my place back home, I realised that we were standing in the middle of the videoclub for more than one hour talking and talking.

Finally, I can breathe again. "Normally" - if such a word could ever make sense.

Don't look back in anger / I heard you say

In all the crucial moments, my past shows up as a sand-reminder that nothing is done in vain.

SO I'LL START [again] REVOLUTION FROM MY BED.

Because to dream is to hope ;-)