Πέμπτη 23 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

would you walk with me now through this pouring rain?



Through these city nightmares you'd walk with me
And we'd talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn't tear us apart
We'd keep our heads above the blackened water
But there's no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you're gone now

Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean
Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun
You're nowhere to be seen

Do you think our desires still burn
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
A passion for living, surviving
And that means detachment
Every-body has a weapon to fight you with
To beat you with when you are down
There were too many defence between us
Doubting all the time
Fearinf all the time
Doubting all the time
Fearinf all the time
That like these urban nightmares
We'd blacken each other skies

When we passed the subway we tried to ignore our fate there
Of written threats on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried on stifled calls
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain
It used to mingle with our tears then dry with the hopes
That we left behind
It rains even harder now.


...It rains even harder now...



"μην ξοδεψεις ουτε μια ματια στο εγνωσμενο χυδην. θα σε τυφλώσει και θα ρουφήξει τις αντοχες σου. υπαρχουν ακόμα εύφορες κοιλάδες, σπάνιοι άνθρωποι, εξαίσιες ιδέες να χαριστείς..."
23 Σεπ 10,
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Πέμπτη 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

...eternity...[= l o v e...]




William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18



Shall I compare you to a summer's day?

You are more lovely and more delightful:

Rough winds shake the much loved buds of May

And summer is far too short:

At times the sun is too hot,

Or often goes behind the clouds;

And everything that is beautiful will lose its beauty

By chance or by nature's planned out course;

But your youth shall not fade,

Nor lose the beauty that you possess;

Nor will death claim you for his own,

Because in my eternal verse you will live forever:

So long as there are people on this earth,

So long will this poem live on, giving you immortality.



Τετάρτη 1 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

*hello S I L E N C E my old friend~~~...








Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,


Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains


Within
the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night


And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.


People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,


People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know


Silence like a cancer grows.


Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls. 


And whisper'd in the sounds of silence."