tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85737022011-08-26T22:28:38.274+03:00...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.comBlogger1211100tag: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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..... Dirty White Trash (with Gulls). 1998 .................(shame on me, I forgot to keep Tim Noble & Sue Webster. ............................notes for this work & its artists)These two works are exhibited in different floors at the Monument-to-Now art exhibition. It is as if there is no connection between them. Nevertheless one can feel a kind of continuity including in the same unity even the

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Tim Noble & Sue Webster. He / She. 2003Μετά την Outlook το χάος. Βλέπετε το περιβόητο έργο με το σπέρμα και το σταυρό μάς έκανε όλους ειδήμονες στα ζητήματα περί τέχνης. Δηλώσεις επί δηλώσεων για την ελευθερία της έκφρασης και τη λογοκρισία. Δηλώσεις του τάδε μουσικοσυνθέτη, του δίνα ζωγράφου. Δηλώσεις του τότε υπουργού πολιτισμού Βενιζέλου για την οριστική απόσυρση του έργου από την έκθεση

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Και πέρασε η νύχτα και γίνηκε μέρα στου τροχού τα γυρίσματα....Μη φανταστείτε καμιά οπτασία ηλιόλουστη, βέβαια, με πολύχρωμα λουλούδια για χάντρες περιδέραιου ή έστω με καψαλισμένα φτερά από τη θαλπωρή των αλκυονίδων. Μπα.Μέρα πολιορκίας - που σημαίνει βροχερή και περίκλειστη. Με τις λακκούβες της, τα πιτσιλίσματα, τα γλιστρήματα και τις λάσπες της. Με το φόβο της ομπρέλας του μπροστινού μες στο

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After all it was a long night. She succeded to make the bed feeling dizzy, as she was moving around and round. How funny to have struggles with a bed, she thought. Wanted to vomit the thorns of her past and smile to the future. She was shaking - not from pleasure but from fever. She was suffering - from this fever of compunction. Bones were making the same strange sound under the sheets as the

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"Mais les vrais voyageurs sont ceux-lá seuls qui partent pour partir." Charles Beaudelaire "Don't forget to pack your peace of mind." advertisment, American Express, Traveler's Cheques "Three things are weakening: fear, sin and travel." Talment "What gives value to travel is fear. It breaks down a kind of inner structure we have... stripped of all our props, deprived of our masks... we are

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Oh and about this word 'revolution': I feel like it is so used and abused, so worn out. I don't know if that is the reason or it is just an obsession of memory from my adolescence, BUT I can't help thinking of the Oasis each time I hear the word... "... gonna start revolution from my bed cos you said the brains i had went to my head ...my soul slides away... ...dont' look back in anger i heard

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...She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you, Tangled up in

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"The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Elia made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it; moreover, so long as she remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, she could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system,

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Αν δεν έχεις το χρόνο να κάνεις κάτι σωστά πρέπει να βρεις το χρόνο να το κάνεις ξανά - anonymous

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pf! Leopoldina, that's how I call my laptop, seems to have been already raised up with a strongly indepedent personality. Stubborn, I would rather say... I have been able to tape those nice greek characters for almost 3 weeks when suddenly, just one hour ago, greek is not writtable anymore (except in the address bar or in the WordOffice). I checked the Regional and Language Options in the

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the first fwded message of the new year! ;-)

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Χειμωνιάτικη ελληνική λιακάδα που σε θρέφει. Των Φώτων σήμερα - μυρίζει σαν Κυριακή στους άδειους δρόμους, τις πλατείες και τα πάρκα. Δεκάμισι το πρωί έξω από το Άλσος Παγκρατίου ακούς τις καμπάνες και ταυτόχρονα ο ήλιος ασημίζει τα κεραμίδια του 7ου δημοτικού σχολείου. Ήχος και φως. Μέρα να βγάλεις βόλτα στον Εθνικό Κήπο τα αγέννητα παιδιά σου, να ταϊσουν τις πάπιες με τα κόκκινα γαντάκια τους

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How is the idea of an "Upper Force" conceived [with several and yet divergent faces] in the diverse societies, cultures, civilisations, peoples and times? What is hidden behind the myths - all different (one from another) and all with almost the same convergent telological inaccessibility? I mean by that, there is an uppest level in the apprehension of this creature from where one cannot go

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Ένας φιλόλογος επισημαίνει στο ακροατήριό του:"Σε κάποιες γλώσσες του κόσμου δύο αρνήσεις μας δίνουν μια κατάφαση, ωστόσο σε άλλες γλώσσες, δύο αρνήσεις δίνουν εκ νέου μια άρνηση - επομένως δεν μπορεί κανείς να οδηγηθεί σε ολοκληρωτικά συμπεράσματα. Αντιθέτως μπορούμε με βεβαιότητα να πούμε ότι δεν έχει βρεθεί γλώσσα όπου δύο καταφάσεις δίνουν μία άρνηση..."Κάποιος μουρμουρίζει από το ακροατήριο:

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Τhat's my gift to you, for I'm celebrating today 3 months in blogosphere! This new link, discovered and added here, A t h e n s, deserves a post for its own._ [Oh, and don't skip intro... I haven't yet decided what is the best, the pics or Hatzidakis' music.]

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Thought that she had solved the matter of freedom but it is here again. "The path to freedom gets through deprivation." Otherwise: "One's freedom ends where other's freedom begins". Mind overflown obsessively with one word: tameless. Tameless she feels. She blows up her hair and steps off the room. "There are no coincidences. The hazard is fatal." Christopher Hampton

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January-........................A death. ..................................It was rain. ..................................It was pain. February-.......................Work. ...................................It was snow. ...................................It was stress. March-...........................A surgery. ...................................It was friendship. ............................

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"[..]I'm writing this message in the hope that in my network of friends and acquaintances there will be someone who can help. I'm volunteering with relief efforts, and I can tell you that the situation is dire.We need clean water, we need basic shelter (tents, tarps, blankets), we need clothes, we need dry rations. Most urgently however, we also need medical supplies. Antibiotics and painkillers

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Santa Claus is coming to town!

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Αναμονή. Επικαιρότητα. Αλητεία. Σου έχω πει πόσο σιχαίνομαι να περιμένω;Κι όμως εκτιμώ τα πάντα εδώ, τα πάντα γύρω μου τα πουλιά, τα πεύκα, το θόρυβο της πόλης τη λιακάδα, τους βοριάδες της σκόνη των πεζοδρομίων τη μάνα, τον πατέρα τη βροχή τους φίλους ...........τους φίλους............τους φίλους το Δωμάτιό μου. Εκτιμώ τα πάντα εδώ - και περιμένω να φύγω.

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People dying in the end corner of the planet tsunamis, old bombs that arise - and earthquakes But here in the silent purple room I see you dancing slowly counting your money to travel around round and round the world And in your geography of senses you just don't manage to clarify if your heart's thirst less important seems compared to the bloody children's hunger Comfortably numb or just

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"Μία φορά κι έναν καιρό ήταν μια πολιτείαπου απ' όλες εξεχώριζε σ' ολόκληρη τη χώρα, μια πολιτεία όμορφη μα πάντα λυπημένη, οι άνθρωποι αγέλαστοι, χαζοί και μουτρωμένοι,δεν ξέρανε χαμόγελο κι αγάπη τι σημαίνει. Καθένας τους εκοίταζε μονάχα τη δουλίτσα του,η καλημέρα ακριβή σα να' τανε χρυσάφι,ποτέ δεν παίζαν τα παιδιά στους δρόμους, στην πλατεία,ποτέ δεν έγινε γιορτή, χορός και φασαρία,της βγήκε

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decided as the GOLDEN wish among the ones given today...

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"Don't question why she needs to be so free She'll tell you it's the only way to be She just can't be chained to a life where nothing's gained And nothing's lost, at such a cost 'There's no time to lose', I hear her say Cash your dreams before they slip away Dying all the time lose your dreams and you Will lose your mind, ain't life unkind?" [Ruby Tuesday, Rolling Stones]

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[feeding the all I want for Christmas from Maria's blog] Finding Nemo [where as NEMO are indicated the Never Ending Memories' Obsessions] Mary Poppins [because I want a clear idea about my thesis-essay to finally POP uP INSide my mind]Visiting Future Athens, Monument to Now and Intercultures, 3 art exhibitions that I want to see since September [!] + PlanitariumAttending two plays: School of

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Firstly it was a greek article with the title adolescents: Christmas with family or with friends? . Remembered those aweful years of oily spots and general nervosity, all drown under the surface of this oppressive mess of compulsory smiles. 16 years old and wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve by sleeping alone at home, in front of the fireplace - if it was not for sharing the moments with friends.

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[του Κ. Μητρόπουλου, από την εφημερίδα TO BHMA της Κυριακής, 19/12/2004]

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Torn up to the edges. This is my country, my place - my destiny? Think about its people either they dance all enthousiastic to the end of times [EURO2004/olympic games 2004] or they grumble to death [everyday demonstrations...] Think - even - about the weather now: either it doesn't rain for months or it starts and forgets how to stop. It rains since Friday evening. Purification.

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"It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play doing things I used to do they think are new As tears go by..." [song "As tears go by", Marianne Faithfull] Whatever he does, he is being told: "been there, done that". He has a new idea, he fills like that cartoon with the yellow lamp in a nice cloud just above his head, he is

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I'm afraid I'm going to surrender without resistance - anymore - to Santa Claus, Saint Nicolas, Saint Vassilios [this is the greek version], the one-with-the-belly, the one-very-thin-with-a-long-beard, the one-with-a-papa-hidden-behind.... whoever! It is only that all my system of controversal or progressive or dreamful or just stupid stubborn ideas just leans on my fabulous new laptop! Have I

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Αεροπλάνο........................ Αγάπη Βέλος ..............................Βελάζει Γραφή............................. Γευστικά Δένδρο............................ Δένδρο Ειρήνη............................. Ελπιδοφόρο Ζωή................................ Ζηλεύει Ησυχία............................. Ηλιαχτίδα Θέληση............................ Θα με προσέχεις; Ικαρος..............................

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Wandering all around the blogosphere I "fell" on a post of Media Crapola and I was ready to write a long comment when I found out it was about a whole "serious" article of FoxNews and not about a personal political opinion of an american blogger. So I' m transforming my protest in a proper post - as the subject deserves. All about this with the very temptatious / promising title "Europe failed

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You go to Universal Ladies Gym and ask some information about the courses, the payment, the program and so on. You decide to get suscribed for one year. 540 Euros. You are given a form to fill in. Assume you are married. You begin to fill in the name-adress-telephone-father's name-mother's name-husband's name gaps. You tick the box that shows you are going to pay on cash. You are not asked if you

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I write it down here because maybe I won't have the chance to write a post like that again: English champions Arsenal ran Greece very close for the Team of the Year award, but the Greeks, 100-1 outsiders at the beginning of Euro 2004, were the marginal winners after their amazing success in Portugal. I'm fill up with air like a proud chicken, I know it's stupid, but it's the joy of the child

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All around me are familiar faces Worn out places Worn out faces .............................Athens, worn out city center, Friday' s morning of winter. Bright and early for the daily races Going no where Going no where Demonstrations and strikes on the city that never sleeps. People spinning around with nervosity, getting absorbed from the metro tube - nest of ants, noise of bees velocity of

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"When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions: Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell only the illusion of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who I am,

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"δεν αντέχω άλλο έλα έλα πάρε με αγκαλιά να ΠΕΘΑΝΟΥΜΕ ΣΤΑ ΓΕΛΙΑ να'ναι πάλι όπως παλιά..."

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Virtual rendering of Parthenon in modern times Paul Debevec (USC Institute of Creative Technologies) and his team made up a film of 2min and 30sec which for first time ever tries to visualise in all three dimensions the Parthenon and its sculptures as it was at the time of Gold Era of Perikleus. Using modern light 3D scanners, Debevec scanned plaster casts in the museum Skulpturhalle Basel in

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"Love is blindfriendship tries not to see"

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Walking on Akadimias str. (downtown Athens) one can see posters - or find smaller leaflets in the bookshops of the city-center - that concern an exhibition of Rembrandt's carvings in Benaki Museum. It is amazing but even the general setting and the colors of the poster were the same with the one's that I saw in Dresden in the beginning of September!! It seems that this same exhibition from

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Too much coffee lately. Just to say "good morning" - spontaneity of the word: missed. I don't hear it often anymore. So have a nice [non-December,humide and warm] day. :-)

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...you get it easily and forever! Precaution! While every fourth woman in Southern Africa is infected by AIDS and in the whole world 4.9 million people (from whom 0.6 are children!) are HIV positiv, we are still keeping a 'taboo'-attitude towards the virus... As far as the ways of "getting" the AIDS are concerned, the main road remains the sexual contact. The proportion of homosexuals in the

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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

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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,

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"[...]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

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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

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

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"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 flyUnfold if you want to broaden your rootsI'm in the thin [red?!] line of the horizon ;-)

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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

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. .

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[Rene Magritte, 1929]

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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

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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.

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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]

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

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"Τη μέρα αυτή που διάλεξα ~ Εδώ μπροστά σας να σταθώΤραγούδια και μισόλογα ~ Στο φως να καταθέσωΠώς πήρα τέτοια απόφαση ~ Δεν ξέρω αν θ' αντέξωΗ μέρα αυτή θυμίζει μακελειό Νοέμβρης ήταν τη χρονιά ~ Που εδώ γινόταν του χαμούΕγώ ήμουν δεκαεννιά ~ Κι αυτή εβδομήντα τρίαΚαι να που ερωτεύτηκα ~ Κάποια χρονολογίαΚι ο έρωτας κρατάει για καιρό... Μα έχει ο καιρός γυρίσματα ~ Μεγάλωσε κι αυτή κι εγώ

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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

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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

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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.

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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 -

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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.

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

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See Estilhacos , 8th of November! SO: What is that the elephant want to say?? ;-)

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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"

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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:

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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"

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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

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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

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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 "

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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 :-)

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«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-Greece22/6, Frankfrut: Mexico-Greece I cross fingers for the revival of one

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"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

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You are "Face with Glasses" And so what? Is that an offense? And what is it changing now that I'm aware of being a "face with glasses"??! At least, I prefer the indian names with fantasy (and therefore internal revealing symbolism), like "bird-of-wisdom"; could it be "daughter-of-sun"? Just much more interesting to make yourself finding out the symbolism the suits you the best - needs

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...let's talk about the weather!The weather got totally crazy with its 25C, end of October, don't you think? I see the people all around getting crazy as well. Wearing their coats due to an only-psychological-autumn, they get the autumn-cold and wear their autumn-grumbling-mood. Oh, no; I prefer to be the "fool" who keeps on going with the T-shirts until Christmas / until the summer ends. At last

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