tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62525000987905204142024-03-26T12:49:10.748+02:00Four Seasons of My SoulOriginal Poetry and more
by Yiota Karioti Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.comBlogger1184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-20879412499805850592024-03-26T12:48:00.002+02:002024-03-26T12:48:25.809+02:00Ας έρθει πια η νύχτα σου...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCml8bv_DX5Cos7QiaVmortlzGVGXGRMBYbhaDroX2mdoBkrohVY6KKfGPtz89OV_nuthfedaEflvCeFvroCfw63IEORq1MgPpPEO7pMcjYhYElzKdXsXD0YTYMAGvASefPxLffUojX4xTzBU_K2tdCj9i9nQmixjIe9kBEEDaqKqe5X2m70z3pWJPaAA/s920/download%20-%202024-03-26T123202.063.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="736" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCml8bv_DX5Cos7QiaVmortlzGVGXGRMBYbhaDroX2mdoBkrohVY6KKfGPtz89OV_nuthfedaEflvCeFvroCfw63IEORq1MgPpPEO7pMcjYhYElzKdXsXD0YTYMAGvASefPxLffUojX4xTzBU_K2tdCj9i9nQmixjIe9kBEEDaqKqe5X2m70z3pWJPaAA/w512-h640/download%20-%202024-03-26T123202.063.jpeg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Από μια ρωγμή στην καρδιά μου</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">εισέβαλες γεμάτος αστέρια</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">κι αστρόσκονη</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">δεν μπόρεσα να σε σταματήσω</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">και τώρα περιδινούμαι</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">σε τροχιά γύρω σου</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">σαν λαμπερός δορυφόρος</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">σε μοιραία σύγκρουση</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ας έρθει, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ας έρθει πια η νύχτα σου η αγαπημένη</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">να λάμπουμε μαζί...</span></span></p><p><br /></p>Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-28150278545360782692024-02-21T11:27:00.001+02:002024-02-21T11:27:23.172+02:00Panic attack at 4 am<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHBz9Fjvc8NNZ1MFgWxBEiPcjCgAaI3E_WYdnQ3xhgiovlPwdf7fPtFvpnGMOgA0OE5ZPtmmdqjTQ-Ja5VUJyntp5_bPllGekUDTlIxvEFu0IzWjqrqf5s1E-6w6FryClJ-fMmBQVIxrdGlmO2klb7vkf2BiFH-gcLuPyTITP-kq6UbgAoLdskAMunmc/s600/Rose%20Red%20-%20Fables,%20Andrey%20Chernykh.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHBz9Fjvc8NNZ1MFgWxBEiPcjCgAaI3E_WYdnQ3xhgiovlPwdf7fPtFvpnGMOgA0OE5ZPtmmdqjTQ-Ja5VUJyntp5_bPllGekUDTlIxvEFu0IzWjqrqf5s1E-6w6FryClJ-fMmBQVIxrdGlmO2klb7vkf2BiFH-gcLuPyTITP-kq6UbgAoLdskAMunmc/s16000/Rose%20Red%20-%20Fables,%20Andrey%20Chernykh.jpeg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Original art by Dan Dos Santos</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's 4 am and i wake up. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The room around me is floating in shadowy waves.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Away goes the light, escaping under my eyelids</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I catch my breath, while i 'm stabbing my dreams</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">burying them under the dark corners of this abysmal night,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">but they, disobedient devils, start living again, like zombies</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">craving to eat away my heart... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I cannot move. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I feel this armor so heavy now all over me</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I wear it for so many years -</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and I have paid for it again and again... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">You see, it costs me so much pain. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I got used to it though,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">always desperately trying to keep out</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">everything that hurts.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My heart was securely self exiled,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">imprisoned behind these obscure high walls</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I cried so happy, so proud of myself "Safe! Safe!"</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I, the fool, I, the ancient idiot...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Because It hurts so much to let your naked soul to be devoured by wild beasts</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">hoping that they will spare you - </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">but they never do.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now, the irony is,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">i thought that i had an armor so strong</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">i thought that the bleeding of old wounds would stop</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and i was thinking i was protected</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">or I hoped that i was.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But all it took was one blow </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and this tin fortress was cracked from top to bottom</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">attacked by this unknown foe who demands to let down </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">all my defenses.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My heart is under siege.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I fight back, tired and scarred and bleeding</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But this new enemy, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">unlike any other, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">so beautiful and fierce,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">mighty and unstoppable, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">dressed with the sparkling mantle of Love</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">is standing outside my walls, before my gates,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">patiently waiting for my promise of surrender.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">He shows his bright weapons, his lips red with blood... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And all i can do is stand tall and face him</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Knowing</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is a war i cannot win...</span></p>Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-37601341231223183412024-02-21T11:05:00.009+02:002024-02-21T11:17:32.430+02:00A woman...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDIj28jwMT3FlxZAppyl2UPhKVYkHnLSu-VKdVw8a7FaN8Bx_NrfS2UWt28Kir9LIrWaqvSlahCC039ftgZUpXAIzm0XAk1TYdkFgYSwhB-FSJYHLv_DtFAFbNdgBtZfmYJRQAdEO4Dsx39i8M_y2iNd5MvJLpFIwy7Z4PDnJlc9Tnco53x8Z9ekNFTo/s482/CONEX%C3%95ES%20DE%20ALMA;%20O%20TIPO%20MAIS%20PROFUNDO%20DE%20RELACIONAMENTO.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDIj28jwMT3FlxZAppyl2UPhKVYkHnLSu-VKdVw8a7FaN8Bx_NrfS2UWt28Kir9LIrWaqvSlahCC039ftgZUpXAIzm0XAk1TYdkFgYSwhB-FSJYHLv_DtFAFbNdgBtZfmYJRQAdEO4Dsx39i8M_y2iNd5MvJLpFIwy7Z4PDnJlc9Tnco53x8Z9ekNFTo/s16000/CONEX%C3%95ES%20DE%20ALMA;%20O%20TIPO%20MAIS%20PROFUNDO%20DE%20RELACIONAMENTO.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> A woman welcomes a man inside her body</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and she becomes a glorious feast for him</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and he becomes a glorious feast for her</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Her hands embrace him like the feathers of a swan</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Her body is a temple where he resides in holy pilgrimage - </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">a humble traveler to her holy womb.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A woman welcomes a man inside her body</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">She offers her breasts to his eyes and to his lips </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">so he can drink her and be fed and be ecstatic with the joy of their love</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">She offers her hips and unfolds herself freely to him</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">like a garden of Eden long lost</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">like forgiveness, like the first </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">breath he took beside her...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">a woman welcomes a man inside her body</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">offering shelter</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">offering peace and safety</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">like a harbour</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">like a lighthouse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">like a cave</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">inside her a man at last becomes God again...<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-23444707423424468572024-01-11T17:45:00.001+02:002024-01-11T17:45:47.872+02:00Όταν η Αγάπη σε καλεί... Χαλίλ Γκιμπράν<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ibq4e7hvHixC1nKgpz3j29voV-tQpPepMMaxo2fHBH5M9LZp0O6zghl45bW1IrMOMBpS5yq_LQ9Sb5BSWwDwmzdRpIRHhj6uZ8IcLtLwow7QQRZTitO64ECDerU1mAXwMCrtzd0-3kdPzkUOyLvq8cU71uo8x5W6ayNEHIbd8r38fQ0S3gLfTONXCnE/s670/LOVE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ibq4e7hvHixC1nKgpz3j29voV-tQpPepMMaxo2fHBH5M9LZp0O6zghl45bW1IrMOMBpS5yq_LQ9Sb5BSWwDwmzdRpIRHhj6uZ8IcLtLwow7QQRZTitO64ECDerU1mAXwMCrtzd0-3kdPzkUOyLvq8cU71uo8x5W6ayNEHIbd8r38fQ0S3gLfTONXCnE/w478-h640/LOVE.jpeg" width="478" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Όταν η Αγάπη σε καλεί, ακολούθησέ την, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">μ'όλο που τα μονοπάτια της είναι τραχιά και απότομα.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Κι όταν τα φτερά της σε αγκαλιάσουν, παραδώσου, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">μ'όλο που το σπαθί που είναι κρυμμένο ανάμεσα στις φτερούγες της </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">μπορεί να σε πληγώσει. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Κι όταν σου μιλήσει, πίστεψέ την, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">μ'όλο που η φωνή της μπορεί να διασκορπίσει τα όνειρά σου </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">σαν τον βοριά που ερημώνει τον κήπο.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Γιατί, όπως η αγάπη σε στεφανώνει, έτσι και θα σε σταυρώσει.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Κι όπως είναι για το μεγάλωμα σου, είναι και για το κλάδεμά σου.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Η αγάπη δεν δίνει τίποτα παρά μόνο τον εαυτό της, και δεν παίρνει τίποτα παρά από τον εαυτό της.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Η αγάπη δεν κατέχει κι ούτε μπορεί να κατέχεται, γιατί η αγάπη αρκείται στην αγάπη.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Και μην πιστέψεις ότι μπορείς να κατευθύνεις την πορεία της αγάπης, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">γιατί η αγάπη, αν σε βρει άξιο, θα κατευθύνει εκείνη τη δική σου πορεία.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Η αγάπη δεν έχει καμιά άλλη επιθυμία εκτός από την εκπλήρωσή της.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Αλλά αν αγαπάς κι είναι ανάγκη να έχεις επιθυμίες, ας είναι αυτές οι επιθυμίες σου:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Να λιώσεις και να γίνεις σαν το τρεχούμενο ρυάκι που λέει το τραγούδι του στη νύχτα.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Να γνωρίσεις τον πόνο της πολύ μεγάλης τρυφερότητας.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Να πληγωθείς από την ίδια την ίδια τη γνώση σου της αγάπης.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Και να ματώσεις πρόθυμα και χαρούμενα.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Χαλίλ Γκιμπράν, «Αγάπη»</span></p>Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-10992691774047087552023-12-01T11:38:00.004+02:002023-12-01T19:08:05.068+02:00The Kiss <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmEv-ZfeYhckr8kWqgi8zLktVp2mKFcmjTwPh5QqSZeLFarnRvtYz2MCjGjAlgAJzL64tm9cCIrkVGp3m4nN35V6qCucDIGnO8vk09XpOtFnq-4T0z4AlemgvYRYcZN1nt2ndpwQMo_R-dK7CnjFM_ZbG8AjPGCaxIZ0trwEjXcVvFRfkqoJD2uiQ1R4U/s636/Dear%20Lover_%20Five%20Simple%20Things%20I%20Wish%20You%20Would%20Do%20For%20Me_%20~%20Freya%20Watson%20_%20elephant%20journal.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmEv-ZfeYhckr8kWqgi8zLktVp2mKFcmjTwPh5QqSZeLFarnRvtYz2MCjGjAlgAJzL64tm9cCIrkVGp3m4nN35V6qCucDIGnO8vk09XpOtFnq-4T0z4AlemgvYRYcZN1nt2ndpwQMo_R-dK7CnjFM_ZbG8AjPGCaxIZ0trwEjXcVvFRfkqoJD2uiQ1R4U/s16000/Dear%20Lover_%20Five%20Simple%20Things%20I%20Wish%20You%20Would%20Do%20For%20Me_%20~%20Freya%20Watson%20_%20elephant%20journal.jpeg" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">The kiss. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">The soft moist touching of souls. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Lips, tongues, teeth. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">The mingling of breaths, the harmony of amalgamated flesh</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">The trembling discovery of how it tastes to be wanted</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">How many kinds of it? </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Long kiss, deep kiss, </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">soft kiss, hard kiss, </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">mad kiss, wanted kiss, </i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">stolen kiss, </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">first kiss, </i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">last kiss, passionate kiss, </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">kiss of hello's and kiss of goodbye's, </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; 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font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">Since there are as many kisses </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">as there are humans upon this mad globe of fumes... <br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">...can a kiss can be just a kiss...</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.2px;">or a sigh, just a sigh?...</i></p>Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-39984683843386414812023-01-08T13:50:00.002+02:002023-09-21T10:42:43.343+03:00Far far away<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOO7XmgupI8F5zIqNpyOZS1Qi_cy5Dn64tLlfNr3STXPoWoOZA-xJRi_s3MONsSqKpcBBDtxctewq4DJ_y7vyjV_vk9wPxRIc6ncA-Dseuq7Bnyao8nMK_urIlxgQFgYtR4DYfGCM5WIfJAFL3grrSEmHlfNVBMCioprs2aCIwWRUyLFYqYvM3_CNA/s563/c8de0766c8d2a248c80d1a97ea260fad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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The sun falls into the sea before me, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">shining and sharp like shattered glass, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">splinters of light fly everywhere, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">scattered across chaos, maybe... my thoughts...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Somewhere on a lonely planet </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">there is a well inside a well </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and there lies the echo of my thoughts.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Back here, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">now there is also this earth, wet soil,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">oregano and mint under the olive trees,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">mercy and forgiveness and love --</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and bees singing around me </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">an ancient song, a whisper </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">that speaks about</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">lost lovers,</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and lizards crawling under stones, and wild pink oleanders.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Light is dancing with dust </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">like the first day of Creation.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Then I see birds</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I gaze high above into the passing clouds, without knowing why </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">How did I get here? Where are we lost?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What did I miss, in this life? </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I ask and ask again but only the wind echoes softly</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">through the leaves of a lemon tree. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">There lies my answer.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Somewhere deep inside a well within a well</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">on a lonely dying planet far away, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">a rock drops </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and my dream cracks </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">open in two.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0Greece39.074208 21.82431210.763974163821153 -13.331938000000001 67.384441836178837 56.980562tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-7601656339581634192021-05-09T10:39:00.001+03:002021-05-09T13:30:25.809+03:00Send In the Clowns - Frank Sinatra.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Are we a pair?<br />
Me here at last on the ground,<br />
You in mid-air.<br />
Send in the clowns.<br />
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Isn't it bliss?<br />
Don't you approve?<br />
One who keeps tearing around,<br />
One who can't move.<br />
Where are the clowns?<br />
Send in the clowns.<br />
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Just when I'd stopped opening doors,<br />
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,<br />
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,<br />
Sure of my lines,<br />
No one is there.<br />
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Don't you love farce?<br />
My fault I fear.<br />
I thought that you'd want what I want.<br />
Sorry, my dear.<br />
But where are the clowns?<br />
Quick, send in the clowns.<br />
Don't bother, they're here.<br />
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Isn't it rich?<br />
Isn't it queer,<br />
Losing my timing this late<br />
In my career?<br />
And where are the clowns?<br />
There ought to be clowns.<br />
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-4693767364946400412021-04-10T12:44:00.000+03:002021-04-10T12:44:47.310+03:00Words by Anthony Hopkins...<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mymmeqXPtN-CYdr7ksaOizZNs7NPfXTZQm_g2o9kh3Dsr8UelPIfNCDWD9rds1pXX_EPW1qAXPGDX4w94MAjby_1TUP1BYCImTqDm3NfWWkPmaVnqxyhWGkf5EtdgQr1cJtxO7s7iK8/s1321/133723315_10159180087280166_8975446399079495772_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mymmeqXPtN-CYdr7ksaOizZNs7NPfXTZQm_g2o9kh3Dsr8UelPIfNCDWD9rds1pXX_EPW1qAXPGDX4w94MAjby_1TUP1BYCImTqDm3NfWWkPmaVnqxyhWGkf5EtdgQr1cJtxO7s7iK8/w328-h400/133723315_10159180087280166_8975446399079495772_n.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Words by Anthony Hopkins... <br /><br />"Let go of people who aren't ready to love you yet. <br /><br />This is the hardest thing you'll have to do in your life and it will also be the most important thing. <br /><br />Stop giving your love to those who aren't ready to love or appreciate you yet. <br /><br />Stop conversations with people who don't want to change. <br /><br />Stop showing up for and showing care for people who are indifferent to your presence, who display temperamental emotions, who show disrespect or block you out and keep you at bay, despite your best efforts. <br /><br />I know your instincts attempt everything to win the good mercy of those around you, but it's also this impulse that will steal your time, energy and mental, physical and spiritual health. <br /><br />When you start being yourself in your life—completely, with joy, interest and commitment—not everyone will be ready to find you in this place of pure sincerity. <br /><br />That doesn't mean that you have to change who you are; or play yourself down to suit the judgements projected onto you by those who do not care. It just means you have to stop bothering with people who don't want to love you yet. <br /><br />The truth is that you're not for everyone. <br /><br />And that not everyone is for you. <br /><br />The most valuable and most important thing you have in your life is your energy. <br /><br />When you realize this, you start to understand why you become impatient with people who don't suit you, and in activities, places, situations which don't suit you. <br /><br />You're starting to realize that the most important thing you can do for your life, for yourself and for everyone you know, is to protect your energy stronger than anything. <br /><br />Turn your life into a safe sanctuary where only people who are truly compatible with you are allowed. <br /><br />It's not your job to exist for people and give them your life, little by little, moment after moment. <br /><br />Decide you deserve only true and equitable friendship. <br /><br />Then take a moment to notice how things are beginning to change."</span></div><br />Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-57132690858319983602020-10-04T12:22:00.001+03:002021-11-13T11:36:15.782+02:00China Fragile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Her heart is made of fine china porcelain</span></div>
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The love she feels is pure white</span></div>
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Her wounds spread, indigo blue, across the surface.</span></div>
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she stands absolutely still in the middle of her sphere </span></div>
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a river of noise and people </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">coming and going </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>
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that they never seem right,</span></div>
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-What a mess, she whispers,</span></div>
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what a waste of life...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div>
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to start living</span></div>
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to stop loving</span></div>
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to stop trusting</span></div>
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just to stop...</span></div>
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to stop...</span></div>
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After the rain ends</span></div>
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many years ago</span></div>
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how she have broken those vows</span></div>
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She feels sorry for her Then,</span></div>
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that once was her Now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Again, however, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">is at the door</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">smiling and waving</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">out</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I sleep holding your pillow tight</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the night arround me unfolds in thick waves of sorrow</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I breath your lies, keeping them in the bed</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">where we became one then...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I can't forget and i can't remember</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I keep my eyes closed because ghosts are coming </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and dreams freeze cutting my eyelids.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Your touch on my body still</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">scars bleeding memories, yet --</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"i do love you" is still in my ears...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">vows were for you just empty words</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">words words words...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ghosts are coming. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I thought you were telling the truth</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was. I was. I was.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ghosts are coming</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Your smile is piercing right through the walls</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How easy it is to forget...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Judas preferred a kiss.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now your eyes into mine</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">now your hands on my back</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">now you inside me</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wake up and its 2 am</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wake up and my body hurts</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I need to sleep again</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I need to sleep the whole day</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">because night haunts me </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">like your last kiss</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">like your kiss, Judas... </span></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-56894088025488285922019-11-06T14:50:00.000+02:002019-11-06T15:07:33.319+02:00Lies.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>There is no special reason why people do tell lies to each other. A lie is the easy way for someone to have his own way of life without the need to give reasons to others. There are all sorts of lies, a huge variation, indeed: white ones, small ones, big ones, soft ones, hard ones, all of them, without any exception, have as their final target only ourselves. We lie to the people we love the most, because we think that they, because of their love to us, will believe our story more easily and more efficiently. We lie to others, in order that our ego becomes safe, unharmed, locked. We lie because we dont want anyone to take a look deep inside our souls. We lie because we just want to have all the benefits and no emotional obligations or reciprocation. We lose the ones we love, the only people that care about us, because when we manipulate them to believe our side of the story or when we construct some of it, we are not telling the truth. But the irony of the matter is, that we don't want others to lie to us.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> How do you detect a liar? Straight from the heart, and straight from the start. Instinct tells you that someone who says "I love you" but reality shows otherwise, is telling you a lie. Because, by saying a lie, one can be sure that no one will bother him and ask for any details in the first place. A lie, is the easy way to have our peace of mind, to have our space secure, to taste things that we couldn't if we have said the truth. Because truth, brings along with it something that is called responsibility for our feelings and actions.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> Every lie is beautiful. Is the truth that we want to live, but we can't. Is the man or woman we want to be with, but we can't. Is the life we want to live, but we never will because we are cowards and we are scared to show our true self. Every lie is a piece of the happiness we are craving for, but that is elusive and so far away from us. Every lie, is a kind of pain killer of the soul. You take it, and the pain seems to go away, at least for some time. And when the energy of the pill wears off, the pain is there again, stronger, deeper, tormenting and tearing as apart bit by bit, until we can't stand it any longer.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i> There is no special reason why people do tell lies to each other. Some say it is in the human nature to lie and make excuses about almost everything that it is disturbing or ugly or just not so much fun to face it in the eye. Because truth hurts. Because truth doesn't set you free, after all...</i></span></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-62202296282599144722019-10-07T11:04:00.001+03:002019-10-07T11:04:51.163+03:00Fortress Walls<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lies are a little fortress; inside them you can feel safe and powerful. Through your little fortress of lies you try to run your life and manipulate others. But the fortress needs walls, so you build some. These are the justifications for your lies. You know, like you are doing this to protect someone you love, to keep them from feeling pain. Whatever works, just so you feel okay about the lies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Silence is white</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">is a place once alive </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">filled with laughter and joy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">an old abandoned house rotting away </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">along with the memories</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">day after day after day</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Silence is red</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">like blood dripping </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a stain on the last page of a last letter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the last word, then a full stop</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Silence is a full stop</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Silence also is</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a gray kiss</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a purple certainty of the end of love</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">a flower that withers away in a cracked pot</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">because the hand who was watering it</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">isn't there anymore</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Silence is nothing and everything</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">its the voice you long to hear</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and the face you long to kiss</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">away away away...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Silence is useless</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">like a broken key inside an old rusted lock</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">that no one cares to try and pick</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">no one cares to open that door</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">to forgiveness</span></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-7741627435787369892019-01-16T18:09:00.000+02:002019-01-17T19:04:44.704+02:00Metamorphosis <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">that can only deceive</span></div>
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My first try in quadrille here, for the <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/14/ch-ch-ch-ch-cha" target="_blank">Quadrille #71</a> in <a href="https://dversepoets.com/" target="_blank">Dverse Poets Pub</a></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-88070459276772510862018-09-06T12:17:00.001+03:002018-09-06T12:17:24.893+03:00I have loved you for a thousand years...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-8490942362492462872018-04-26T10:29:00.001+03:002018-04-26T10:39:22.223+03:00Dreaming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-81197418532599061002018-03-26T09:46:00.001+03:002018-03-26T09:46:35.822+03:00Brahms Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77- Allegro giocoso, ma non troppo vivace <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-31066627469150281432018-03-11T12:54:00.000+02:002018-03-20T19:57:41.084+02:00A Sunday morning like all the rest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>like all the rest</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>usually breakfast is served in a little chipped bowl </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>i will smile at your photograph trapped into the bronze frame</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>some times </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>some other times</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>you will not even notice i am sitting here</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>but i will not say a thing because i know </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>a Sunday morning like all the rest</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>suddenly i feel tears escaping from my eyes</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>not knowing from where they came</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>or where they go</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>all blur and me standing here </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>struggling to discover </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>maybe it is just an allergic reaction </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>an eye infection or dust or the sun...</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>or maybe it was my reflection in the mirror when i woke up</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>i looked at it hopping to find you on the other side</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>but there was nothing </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>only a forgotten shirt thrown on a chair</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>and last night's kisses </i></span></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-46964616192144577092018-03-11T11:47:00.000+02:002018-03-20T20:11:35.087+02:00Comme un marin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Gently as the evening wind blows</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">over the waves sadly plays like a dolphin</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>my longing for you</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span> The trembling <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> sun dies shattered in fiery fragments</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With my fingers, glowing, </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I set the passing clouds on fire</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> painting my yearning </span></i></span><i>across the melting sand</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How many times have I called your name </span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">and still it flies back to me sang by a siren</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>sleeping </i></span><i>inside a </i><i> fairy tale…</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I must be mad…</i></span></span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But is not Love the ultimate madness?...</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The day dies like a black swan into the arms of Oceanus,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>and distant stars shyly shine above me</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>If i was under another sky </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>like when i was a child</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>i would count them one by one singing a fair well to summer...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>and yet, here, </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>my mind is only full of you... </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Suddenly your face ignites into my soul</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ripples and blue eyes and shiny lips </span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">harmonic cosmic symphonies</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I dive into your smile, wild and unstoppable,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">melting like sea foam around your body</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">tasting salty lips and skin that is the twin of my own</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">as we vibrate tuned to an ancient rhythm...</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Oh…how the heart knows what hunger for the beloved is…</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i><i>Finally</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> inside this terrifying silence</span></i></span><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I conjure away the inevitable fading of your memory</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With seashells and moving sand dunes</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">that have the shape of your face</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>sleeping beside me at 4am in the morning…</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"...When I remember that Shelley calls our minds “mirrors of the fire for
which all thirst,” I cannot but ask the question all have asked, “What or
who has cracked the mirror?” I begin to study the only self that I can
know, myself, and to wind the thread upon the perne again.</span></i><br />
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<span class="pagenum"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" id="Page_91" name="Page_91"></a></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At certain moments, always unforeseen, I become happy, most commonly when
at hazard I have opened some book of verse. Sometimes it is my own verse
when, instead of discovering new technical flaws, I read with all the
excitement of the first writing. Perhaps I am sitting in some crowded
restaurant, the open book beside me, or closed, my excitement having
over-brimmed the page. I look at the strangers near as if I had known them
all my life, and it seems strange that I cannot speak to them: everything
fills me with affection, I have no longer any fears or any needs; I do not
even remember that this happy mood must come to an end. It seems as if the
vehicle had suddenly grown pure and far extended and so luminous that one
half imagines that the images from Anima Mundi, embodied there and drunk
with that sweetness, would, as some country drunkard</span></i><span class="pagenum" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" id="Page_92" name="Page_92"><i> </i></a></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">who had thrown a
wisp into his own thatch, burn up time..."</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I can wrap you around my little finger </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just like </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A silk red ribbon </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To remind me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How you make my blood flow faster inside my veins</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I can pull your strings</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I can watch you, distant,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As you undress your soul in front of me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When we are one and i paint my dark desire on your face </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With whispers and kisses and my dangerous loving</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When your manly armor cracks and falls at my feet</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That moment you are mortal and vulnerable, </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And i see your face so bright </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And then i love you</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Only because i know i do not love you</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I ignite my night with your touch </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As your velvet eyes travel over my trembling flesh</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You break me, you melt me, you swallow me</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">holding me, feeling my tide rising </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes, I can pull your strings until you beg me </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To stop and start again</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ours is not a passion fit for hypocrites and cowards</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We dare to dream the nightmares of the Heart</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Risking our lives to the death</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Beggars of Love</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jesters of the flesh</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Eternally impenitent Sinners...</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-7671253515059009652017-07-18T11:06:00.003+03:002017-07-18T11:06:17.505+03:00Whispers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Let's whisper words of love</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Lost in each other's arms</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>This night is blessing us with stars and fireflies</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>My lips on your lips</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Your hands hold me softly </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>This night keeps us safe</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Hidden away from the world </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>The moon is rising, blood red, from the horizon</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Compassionate for the lovers</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>We move with every wave </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>My heart full of you </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Your heart full of me </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Making love with the tide </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>forever...</i></span></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-19204935123446774102016-12-27T18:22:00.000+02:002016-12-27T18:22:48.053+02:00True Love: A Practice for Awakening the Heart, by Thich Nhat Hahn (excerpt)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"...I would like to tell you a story from my country. A young man went off to war, leaving his pregnant wife behind. Two years later, he was able to return home, and the young woman went with their young son to meet her husband. They cried together out of joy. In Vietnam, in our tradition, when an event of this kind takes place, it has to be announced to the ancestors. So the young father asked his wife to go to the market to buy the things that are needed for the offering that is placed on the altar to the ancestors. Such an altar is found in every house. Each morning we burn a stick of incense to our ancestors on this altar, and in this way we make a connection with them. Burning this incense, adorning the altar with photographs of our ancestors, and dusting the shrine off are very important gestures.</i></div>
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<i> These are moments in which we come in contact with our ancestors. There are people living in the world who are completely uprooted because they do not practice such a turning toward their ancestors.</i></div>
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<i>So the young wife went off to the market. During this time, the young father was trying to convince his child to call him Daddy. The little boy refused: “Mister, you’re not my daddy. My daddy is somebody else. He visits us every night and my mommy talks to him every night, and very often she cries with him. And every time my mommy sits down, he sits down too. Every time she lies down, he lies down too.” </i></div>
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<i> After he heard these words, the young father’s happiness entirely evaporated. His heart turned into a block of ice. He felt hurt, deeply humiliated, and that is why, when his wife came home, he would no longer look at her or speak a word to her. He ignored her. The woman herself began to suffer; she felt humiliated, hurt. When the offering was placed on the altar, the young father burned the incense, recited the prayers to the ancestors, and did the four traditional prostrations. Then he picked the mat up instead of leaving it there for his wife so she could do the four prostrations in her turn. In his mind he thought that she was not qualified to present herself before the ancestors, and she was humiliated by this.</i></div>
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<i>After the ceremony, he didn’t stay at the house to eat but went to the village and spent the day in a bar. He tried to forget his suffering by drinking alcohol, and he did not come back to the house until very late at night.</i></div>
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<i>The following day, it was the same thing, and this went on for several days in a row. The young woman could not take it anymore. Her suffering was so great that in the end she threw herself in the river and drowned.</i></div>
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<i>When the young father heard this news, he returned to the house, and that night he was the one who went to get the lamp and lit it. Suddenly the child cried out: “Mister, Mister, it’s my daddy, he’s come back!” And he pointed to the shadow of his father on the wall. “You know, Mister, my father comes every night. Mommy talks to him and sometimes she cries; and every time she sits down my daddy sits down too.” In reality, this woman had been alone in the house too much and every night she had talked to her shadow: “My dear one, you are so far away from me. How can I raise my child all by myself? . . . You must come back home soon.” She would cry, and of course every time she sat down, the shadow would also sit down. Now the husband’s false perception was no longer there, but it was too late—his wife was already dead.</i></div>
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<i>A misperception is something that can destroy an entire family. The Buddha told us a number of times that we are subject to misperceptions in our everyday life. Therefore we have to pay close attention to our perceptions. There are people who hang on to their misperceptions for ten or twenty years, and during this time they continue to suffer and make other people suffer.</i></div>
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<i> Why did the young father not want to talk this thing over with his wife? Because pride got in between them. If he had asked his wife: “Who is this person who came every night? Our child told me about him. I am suffering so much, my darling, you have to help me. Explain to me who this person is.” If he had done that, his wife would have had a chance to explain, and the drama could have been avoided. However, it was not only his fault, but that of his young wife as well. She could have come to him and asked him the reason for his change in attitude: “Husband, why don’t you look at me anymore, why don’t you talk to me? Have I done something awful that I deserve such treatment? I am suffering so much, dear husband, you have to help me.” She did not do this, and I do not want you to make the same mistake in your everyday life. </i></div>
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<i> We are subject to misperceptions every day, so we have to pay attention. Every time you think it is somebody else who is causing the suffering, you must remember this story. You must always check things out by going to the person in question and asking for his or her help: “Dear one, I am suffering so much, help me please.”</i></div>
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Yiota Kariotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06943455597434482235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252500098790520414.post-24386119019321493992016-11-26T00:32:00.000+02:002016-11-26T00:32:28.870+02:00Night child<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Moonlight Night - Christian Schloe</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Tearing the veil of the night</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i raise my hands to the stars</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">worshiping Love</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">in the only way i know</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">weaving shadows into starlight</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Until the morning finds my dreams softly sleeping</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">in another life...</span></i></div>
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