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15.2.08

Φιλιά!

Δε θυμάμαι πού ακριβώς είμαι, φοβάμαι όμως μην αποκλειστώ από τα χιόνια της Κυριακής και δεν μπορώ να γυρίσω στην Αθήνα.

Πολλά φιλιά πάντως. Θα τα πούμε Δευτέρα πρωί.

12.2.08

9.2.08

Twilight Eclipse

TWILIGHT ECLIPSE

The mind in ruins

The siren purged and left the sins
Gathering these grains of sand
On a distant beach with the vulkanised hand
Leeches sucking on sour blood
Knee deep in lukewarm mud
The dirt, the rage, the madness
Lurking with a firefly in the darkness
Bugs are squashed and so was this
The blind see no color,
The blind see no venitian masks
White eyes and tripping things
Broken glass under bare feet cries
This is the wrathful emancipation
Conflict and destruction
Leaves the intact rock
Genuinely imperfect sculpture
Created from earths forceful ruptures
It is unfinished
It is not done
The darkest eclipse in the twilight's sun

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