Από μια ρωγμή στην καρδιά μου
εισέβαλες γεμάτος αστέρια
κι αστρόσκονη
δεν μπόρεσα να σε σταματήσω
και τώρα περιδινούμαι
σε τροχιά γύρω σου
σαν λαμπερός δορυφόρος
σε μοιραία σύγκρουση
Ας έρθει,
Ας έρθει πια η νύχτα σου η αγαπημένη
να λάμπουμε μαζί...
Original Poetry and more by Yiota Karioti
Από μια ρωγμή στην καρδιά μου
εισέβαλες γεμάτος αστέρια
κι αστρόσκονη
δεν μπόρεσα να σε σταματήσω
και τώρα περιδινούμαι
σε τροχιά γύρω σου
σαν λαμπερός δορυφόρος
σε μοιραία σύγκρουση
Ας έρθει,
Ας έρθει πια η νύχτα σου η αγαπημένη
να λάμπουμε μαζί...
Original art by Dan Dos Santos |
It's 4 am and i wake up.
The room around me is floating in shadowy waves.
Away goes the light, escaping under my eyelids
I catch my breath, while i 'm stabbing my dreams
burying them under the dark corners of this abysmal night,
but they, disobedient devils, start living again, like zombies
craving to eat away my heart...
And I cannot move.
I feel this armor so heavy now all over me
I wear it for so many years -
and I have paid for it again and again...
You see, it costs me so much pain.
I got used to it though,
always desperately trying to keep out
everything that hurts.
My heart was securely self exiled,
imprisoned behind these obscure high walls
I cried so happy, so proud of myself "Safe! Safe!"
I, the fool, I, the ancient idiot...
Because It hurts so much to let your naked soul to be devoured by wild beasts
hoping that they will spare you -
but they never do.
Now, the irony is,
i thought that i had an armor so strong
i thought that the bleeding of old wounds would stop
and i was thinking i was protected
or I hoped that i was.
But all it took was one blow
and this tin fortress was cracked from top to bottom
attacked by this unknown foe who demands to let down
all my defenses.
My heart is under siege.
I fight back, tired and scarred and bleeding
But this new enemy,
unlike any other,
so beautiful and fierce,
mighty and unstoppable,
dressed with the sparkling mantle of Love
is standing outside my walls, before my gates,
patiently waiting for my promise of surrender.
He shows his bright weapons, his lips red with blood...
And all i can do is stand tall and face him
Knowing
This is a war i cannot win...
and she becomes a glorious feast for him
and he becomes a glorious feast for her
Her hands embrace him like the feathers of a swan
Her body is a temple where he resides in holy pilgrimage -
a humble traveler to her holy womb.
A woman welcomes a man inside her body
She offers her breasts to his eyes and to his lips
so he can drink her and be fed and be ecstatic with the joy of their love
She offers her hips and unfolds herself freely to him
like a garden of Eden long lost
like forgiveness, like the first
breath he took beside her...
a woman welcomes a man inside her body
offering shelter
offering peace and safety
like a harbour
like a lighthouse
like a cave
inside her a man at last becomes God again...
Όταν η Αγάπη σε καλεί, ακολούθησέ την,
μ'όλο που τα μονοπάτια της είναι τραχιά και απότομα.
Κι όταν τα φτερά της σε αγκαλιάσουν, παραδώσου,
μ'όλο που το σπαθί που είναι κρυμμένο ανάμεσα στις φτερούγες της
μπορεί να σε πληγώσει.
Κι όταν σου μιλήσει, πίστεψέ την,
μ'όλο που η φωνή της μπορεί να διασκορπίσει τα όνειρά σου
σαν τον βοριά που ερημώνει τον κήπο.
Γιατί, όπως η αγάπη σε στεφανώνει, έτσι και θα σε σταυρώσει.
Κι όπως είναι για το μεγάλωμα σου, είναι και για το κλάδεμά σου.
Η αγάπη δεν δίνει τίποτα παρά μόνο τον εαυτό της, και δεν παίρνει τίποτα παρά από τον εαυτό της.
Η αγάπη δεν κατέχει κι ούτε μπορεί να κατέχεται, γιατί η αγάπη αρκείται στην αγάπη.
Και μην πιστέψεις ότι μπορείς να κατευθύνεις την πορεία της αγάπης,
γιατί η αγάπη, αν σε βρει άξιο, θα κατευθύνει εκείνη τη δική σου πορεία.
Η αγάπη δεν έχει καμιά άλλη επιθυμία εκτός από την εκπλήρωσή της.
Αλλά αν αγαπάς κι είναι ανάγκη να έχεις επιθυμίες, ας είναι αυτές οι επιθυμίες σου:
Να λιώσεις και να γίνεις σαν το τρεχούμενο ρυάκι που λέει το τραγούδι του στη νύχτα.
Να γνωρίσεις τον πόνο της πολύ μεγάλης τρυφερότητας.
Να πληγωθείς από την ίδια την ίδια τη γνώση σου της αγάπης.
Και να ματώσεις πρόθυμα και χαρούμενα.
Χαλίλ Γκιμπράν, «Αγάπη»
The kiss.
The soft moist touching of souls.
Lips, tongues, teeth.
The mingling of breaths, the harmony of amalgamated flesh
The trembling discovery of how it tastes to be wanted
How many kinds of it?
Long kiss, deep kiss,
soft kiss, hard kiss,
mad kiss, wanted kiss, stolen kiss,
first kiss, last kiss, passionate kiss,
kiss of hello's and kiss of goodbye's,
kiss of a mother, kiss of a child,
kiss of love and kiss of hatred,
kiss of faith and kiss of betrayal,
kiss of light and kiss of shadows,
kiss of the fool, kiss of the crazy,
kiss of the damned...
Since there are as many kisses
as there are humans upon this mad globe of fumes...
...can a kiss can be just a kiss...
or a sigh, just a sigh?...
Now, let me tell you that here Is where I mostly love to stand.
First, in the morning, there is the wine-like sea, green and blue
like eyes staring back at me.
Then later, I walk towards the red cliffs
while memories dance around me and then jump - no use to try and stop them.
Water moves endlessly azure and vast, tender and cruel
and It engulfs everything.
As if everything remembered never lived.
Evening comes. The sun falls into the sea before me,
shining and sharp like shattered glass,
splinters of light fly everywhere,
scattered across chaos, maybe... my thoughts...
Somewhere on a lonely planet
there is a well inside a well
and there lies the echo of my thoughts.
Back here,
now there is also this earth, wet soil,
oregano and mint under the olive trees,
mercy and forgiveness and love --
and bees singing around me
an ancient song, a whisper
that speaks about
and lizards crawling under stones, and wild pink oleanders.
Light is dancing with dust
like the first day of Creation.
Then I see birds
I gaze high above into the passing clouds, without knowing why
How did I get here? Where are we lost?
What did I miss, in this life?
I ask and ask again but only the wind echoes softly
through the leaves of a lemon tree.
There lies my answer.
Somewhere deep inside a well within a well
on a lonely dying planet far away,
a rock drops
and my dream cracks
open in two.
Betrayed, by Lorenza Dona (c) |