Καμια φορα οι εικονες προκαλουν χιλιες λεξεις. Καμια φορα οι λεξεις "φτιαχνουν" εικονες. Καποιες εικονες μπλεκονται τοσο πολυ με τις λεξεις, που δε μπορει κανεις να καταλαβει τι αρχιζει απο που...Και αυτο δεν ειναι καν τεχνη. Ειναι τεχνη στο παρα 5. Χ+Α.
You came in the middle of the night
Turning the light on
"Come, you said, it is about time"
And, oh, what a fool was I
Jumping out of bed, following your nod.
But, just before my first step
You turned it off again
"Come on, follow my smell, you said"
And, oh, what a morron was I,
Lifting my nose up high, as a hound
Your long forgotten odour trying to locate
While my soul barked relendlessly
For some bones of your existence
But just before my first step
You changed rooms and you scent followed you along
Leaving me amidst an odourless darkness
"Come on, you said, spread your hands and hug me"
As I heard the bed squeaking
Oh my joy, took my soul by the hand
And together they carried this old body
Back to an empty mattress
Only to find it as I left it
Full of sweat and broken hopes
Which took your shape and spread your scent
Yet to torture me, for a night to come
Yet another stone to carry on my own hilltop
Of oblivion...
Have faith in the winds
In this forgotten corner of the earth
They are the ones who will move the lazy clouds... Revealing the shy stars that hide behind
Have trust in words
In this obscured corner of your mind
They are the ones which will hold your injured spine
Keeping the balance that went off and is hard to maintain
Have belief in the lotus
In this rooftop that sits above the quite water
It is the one that will spread its odour
Curing your wandering mind that fills the night with images of love
Have certainty in the departing
In this insane game of late discoveries
He is the one that will rule your dreams
Covering the unfinished gap that left when he said goodbye
Have an open soul, cause those winds come once in a lifetime...
