How many loved your moments of glad grace and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face..
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TASOS LEIVADITIS, MANOLIS ANAGNOSTAKIS, KLEITOS KYROU, KIKI DIMOULA, MATSI XATZILAZAROU, K.P. KAVAFIS, GIORGOS SARANTARIS, KOSTAS KARYOTAKIS, FOTIS AGGOULES, ODYSSEAS ELYTIS, GIANNIS RITSOS, D.P. PAPADITSAS, NIKOS KAVVADIAS, N.A. ASLANOGLOU ... ...
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS, THOMAS MANN, OCTAVIO PAZ, MARCEL PROUST, ALBERT CAMUS, FRANZ KAFKA, FERNANDO PESSOA, FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA, GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ, JORGE LUIS BORGES, JAMES JOYCE, RAINER MARIA RILKE, HERMANN HESSE, JEAN-PAUL SARTRE, EZRA POUND, CARLOS MARIA DOMINGUES, SHEL SILVERSTEIN, PABLO NERUDA, NAZIM HIKMET, GEORGE STEINER, HENRI MICHAUX, TADEUSZ ROZEVICZ, JERZY HARASYMOWICZ, MICHELLE DESBORDES ... ...
GIANNIS KONTOS, VASILIS KARAVITIS, KOSTIS GKIMOSOULIS, ODYSSEAS IOANNOU, GIORGOS-IKAROS MPAMPASAKIS, ASIMAKIS PANSELINOS, NTINOS XRISTIANOPOULOS, TITOS PATRIKIOS, EYGENIOS ARANITSIS, XRISTOS GIANNARAS, NIKOS DIMOU, ILIAS LAGIOS ... ...
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*(by Titos Patrikios)
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Vincent van Gogh
Henri Matisse
Rainer Maria Rilke
William Shakespeare
ODYSSEAS ELYTIS
Kostas Karyotakis
Pablo Neruda
Federico García Lorca
Albert Camus
Charlie Chaplin
Frida Kahlo
Comments
Dec 11 2008 3:59 PM
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Jan 9 2009 10:13 PM
love and kisses
matt. xx
Jan 12 2009 6:41 PM
Feb 7 2009 9:41 PM
have a fabulous weekend!
Feb 26 2009 12:22 PM
:)
Jan 19 2009 4:22 PM
Mar 3 2009 11:59 PM
Feb 28 2009 5:37 PM
Kiss kiss bang bang my sweet friend...
Feb 3 2009 5:13 PM
Mar 3 2009 2:30 AM
Dell’inesorabile incontro del mio silenzio
Con l’anima stanca come il cielo quando piove.
Cade goccia dopo goccia
Quasi come una filastrocca
Gira, gira sulla mia bocca
Chiusa…
Chiusa dall’immancabile incontro del mio dolore
con la verità bianca come neve sotto il sole.
A piedi nudi camminerò tanto,
con gli occhi aperti mi rivolgerò solo a Te.
The Sky When it Rains (Angel Lizzio)
You feel the earth that sings and it tells of me Some inexorable meeting of my silence With the tired soul as the sky when it rains. Drop Almost falls after drop as a filastrocca it Turns, it turns on my Closed mouth. Closed by the inevitable meeting of my pain with the white truth as snow under the sun.
Afoot naked I will walk so much, with the open eyes I will turn only me to You.
Mar 4 2009 1:03 AM
Jan 20 2009 4:47 PM
ciao Linita ;)
P.
Feb 3 2009 4:57 PM
Drop everything.
Drop Dada.
Drop your wife.
Drop your mistress.
Drop your hopes and fears.
Leave your children in the woods.
Drop the pray for the shadow.
Drop if necessary your cofortable life and what they tell you is a position with good prospects.
Start on your way.
A.B.1922
Feb 2 2009 5:54 PM
Mar 1 2009 11:48 AM
Jan 19 2009 6:10 PM
Jan 28 2009 8:50 PM
Jan 22 2009 11:40 PM
xxx
Jan 24 2009 7:21 PM
Feb 9 2009 8:48 AM
:)
Feb 22 2009 7:28 AM
"Nous ne voyons pas les choses comme elles sont,nous les voyons comme nous sommes."
-Anaïs Nin
xx
Feb 24 2009 5:38 AM
...descending the hill of consciousness a shepherd girl will guide them...
Feb 26 2009 11:54 AM
New song Telepherique!!!
Jan 24 2009 4:27 PM
Max Klinger
Max Ernst
HAVE A MAXIMUM WEEK-END!
Feb 4 2009 9:58 AM
Architect, bend your ear to hear a story of a Fool. Deep within a garden of arcane delights, the three faces of time drive an unproductive soul into an abyss of his own folly. We find this apathetic blind fool groping along the corridors of thought, licking incurable wounds with a pasty tongue- lurking in the shadow of an echoless vacuum. We hear his stifled whimpers of regret and self-pity. "I’m lost and lonely here,” he cries. Lust muzzles his cry screeching, "Feed me! Remember me. Remember thine covenant with thine eyes!" And so under the fury of his host and god he continues to creep upon a blood soaked space. Deception, degeneration, and madness follow, as the noxious odor of his rotting flesh awakens this somnambulist mind from the drunken stupor induced by the elixir of folly and vanity. Inevitably, he must accept that he has become his own enemy, a defiled jailer and executor-the devil of his wall-less prison- a self made hell…
The Fool was given wings to fly, yet chose to rip them off with his own teeth. Now, like an appendage-less freak, he suffers his mind to skid across fiery dunes on his belly in perpetual agony...
Only he knows why.