tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85737022009-02-21T13:26:06.992+02:00...as we say FootPrints BECAUSE **************** "a man is only as a big as the dream he dares to live"astrEliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909742629562663284noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573702.post-1124363818911264572005-07-25T14:16:00.000+03:002005-08-18T14:16:58.913+03:00

Ηλιόλουστη αγάπη, μια αρμαθιά κλειδιά για τις ψυχέςδυο χείλη κόκκινα μέσα σε άλλα δύοΗλιόλουστη αγάπη, οι φίλοι που μ'αγάπησανκαι με ξεχάσανεΟι φίλοι που με γνώρισαν και μ' αγαπούνΟι φίλοι που τους λάτρεψα και φοβηθήκανε Ηλιόλουστη αγάπη είναι.ΛΑΜΠΡΟΣ ΠΑΓΚΑΚΗΣ

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Ο κεραυνός χτυπά τη στέγη,χώνει το μαχαίρι, σκοτάδι,βαθιά στους τοίχους.Ματώνουν φως, μας περιχύνουνκαι το πρόσωπό σου η βεντάλια αναδιπλώνειγια να μη δω πόσο φοβάσαι μαζί μου να' σαι. ΑΪ (μετ. Κατερίνας Αγγελάκη - Ρουκ)

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Very good to learn geography... Get some practice!

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Ο τίτλος αυτού του λινκ είναι η αιτία που ο Dreamprinter κοιμάται τυπωτική νάρκη... Κάποιες φορές τα όνειρα γίνονται πραγματικότητα.Η έννοια της αυτάρκους ελευθερίας όντως υπάρχει.Πολίτης του κόσμου: δεν είναι ουτοπία. Μια μικρή Ζ ω ή μες στη ζωή...

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Όχι πως δεν υπάρχει η αγάπη.Όμως, διαρκώς κρυμμένηκρυφτό και δώστου κρυφτό και πώς να παίζεις σαν μεγαλώσεις πώς να γυρνάς αδιάκοπα "ώσπερ τα παιδία"κανένας δε σ' αφήνει...ΣΩΤΗΡΗΣ ΓΟΥΝΕΛΑΣ

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Φύσει άνθρωπος του Νότου.Λίγα πράγματα μπορού να γαληνέψουν το πνεύμα όσο η θάλασσα."Προχωράμε ανταλλάσσοντας ανεπάρκειες..."Λίγα πράγματα ξανοίγουν το μυαλό όσο ένα ταξίδι.Οι καλύτεροί μου φίλοι βρίσκονται μακριά για να μπορώ να τους πλησιάζω. Υπάρχουν χίλιοι κι ένας τρόποι για να συλλάβει κανείς την παραλλασσόμενη έννοια του χρόνου. Αισθάνομαι μέσα μου βαθιά ότι σε βρήκα κι είσαι Εσύ. Τα δάκρυα

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... in my 'blue' room"...And you crave A new perspective Looking down on my objectives New instructions Whatever their directions Your blue room"U2

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There is a moment in the sunsetting paletteone and onlywhen the mirror colours on the watermore sparkling than those of the original skyshow off- as if the stars could ever be brighter than the sun

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Βρέχει σ'αυτό το ποίημα κι η Κυριακήγυρίζει σα θρυλικό ξύλινο άλογοτόσο κοντά μου είσαι που δε μπορώ να σε κοιτάξωπλασμένη με τις λέξεις μου και τ' όνειρό μου. [...]ΕΝΤΟΥΑΡΝΤΟ ΚΑΡΡΑΝΤΣΑ [μετ. ΝΙΚΟΥ ΣΠΑΝΙΑ]---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Απάντηση δεν ήρθε.(Ούτε να έρθει πρόκειται απάντηση ποτέ).Καθώς επρόσμενα, την ήθελα,όχι με

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I have my freedom but i don't have much time No 2 "Don't question why she needs to be so freeShe'll tell you it's the only way to beShe just can't be chained to a life where nothing's gainedAnd nothing's lost, at such a cost 'There's no time to lose', I hear her sayCash your dreams before they slip awayDying all the time lose your dreams and youWill lose your mind, ain't life unkind?"[Ruby

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...ΠΛΕΩΝ ΕΠΙ ΟΙΝΟΠΑ ΠΟΝΤΟΝ ΕΠ ΑΛΛΟΘΡΟΟΥΣ ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΥΣ

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\in the microcommunity of trainsi fell in love with my independencethinkingtravellinglivingit' s gonna hurt sometimes when you' ve got too much involvedmixed culturesmixed languagesor rythmsit' s gonna hurt sometimes but I could take the risk But I' m dancing through the clouds of southern Netherlandsright nowdon' t care about tomorrow- or my fucking yesterday

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Σταυροπόδι μπρος στη γέφυρα της 25ης ΑπριλίουΤάγος Λισαβόναςαρχίζω να γράφω ξανά. Σε αποβάθρα κούφιααντέχω κάτω από τα πόδια μουμπουρού το λίκνισμα του μέσαθεπελάγουςσα σύρισμα φυκιού που μοιάζει._

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With the density of sentiments----------------and time's tickingI writeNo actualities can bother this life----------------behind realitybut dreamsCause nothing you confess----------------or notcould make me lessInvisible cities of tomorrow----------------the ones i leftI' m coming to

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Homeleaving is thinking in the mother tongue but speaking in others: my native language hovers in the deepest layers of my unciounscious self to pay me back in reverse when I’ll be persuaded that I have almost extuingished each and every of its trace. Homeleaving is seeing the sky in colours I wasn’t aware of their existence. Homeleaving is the excitement of everything new and awkward – cities

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how beautiful the small neighbourhoods of our memories of tomorrow, of tomorrow

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Do you want to write in greek when you use Internet Explorer?DON'T YOU EVER INSTALL THE GOOGLE TOOLBAR ; it will fuck up your greek. [I just solved the problem today, after one month... I want EACH single greek speaking person to get warned for that!]

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Me + future athens = love forever Through the personal jigsaw puzzle of memories a new city has arrised. Millions of habitants, multiplied millions of memories, millions of cities.There is no objective Athens; only subjective puzzles. The one that I choose is hidden in the narrow streets on the back side of Syntagma square- small shops of sugar, paper, lamps or tissuesraises up the head on the

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Homecoming is hearing the mother tongue: my native languageencircling me like ripples in reverse.Homecoming is seeing the sky the colour I expect it to be.Homecoming is the thrill of everything old and familiar - streetsand buildings - still in their place as if I' d never left.Homecoming is the ineffable joy of seeing loved ones again - relishing, as if for the first time, the nuances of their

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"μα υπάρχω ακόμα, είμαι ακόμα εδώ..."We are getting back from the no-landslowly and it takes timeThe Dream, the Printer and I- bis bald

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"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain."William Faulkner

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Elle ne dort pas cette semaine. Elle oublie de manger. Elle ne marche du tout. Seulement elle travaille - elle n' a pas le temps d' aspirer, de voir, de parler, d' écouter. Elle a sa liberté mais elle n' a pas de temps. La seule pensée qui la persuade par rapport á son existense est seulement celle de Descartes: "Je pense donc je suis". Puisque ce JE qui pense doit exister- ou non?

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"When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying." [Fragment from a chain-email that was fwded to me] So it is what Rolling Stones have already said in another way:"When you laugh, I just cry - [when you left, I just died]"?I will be waiting for the day that I' ll be already

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Στις Σαπουνίδες Νήσους εξαγοράζω τη γαλήνη μου βράδυ Σαββάτου Με σπατάλη ζεστού νερού σε υπερχειλίζουσα μπανιέρα πληρώνω και με το μεθύσι του ροδάκινου για άρωμα ...................Bob Marley και βλέφαρα ερμητικά κλειστά Μάταια αναζητάς το ασάλευτο του νου άμπωτη και παλίρροια .................. ως και στη μπανιέρα αναπόφευκτες όσο με το διάφραγμα ρυθμικά ανασαίνεις .................. τη μάζα

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Should I give everything away and live the world as a beggar?Does my car know me?AM I MUSICALLY HOMELESS?Can a ghost see me?Who owns Paris?How much resistance can truth take?IS SEVEN A LOT?Should I fly to India in a balloon?Should I pay less attention to my feelings?Can't I see a sign behind every corner?Is it dangerous to dream of another life all the time?HAVE I EVER BEEN COMPLETELY AWAKE?

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