...κοίταγα τα μάτια Σου
στο σκοτάδι,
μόνο το άσπρο τους ξεχώριζα...
αλλά θυμόμουν το χρώμα τους,
το βλέμμα Σου...
ψιθύρισες λόγια αγάπης...
και ξόρκια μάγισσά μου,
έλιωσα σαν σε φωτιά,
...έσβησα το εγώ μου στην αγκαλιά Σου,
έγινα "Σου" κι αφέθηκα σε μαγικό ταξίδι,
αναστεναγμούς σκόρπισα στο χώρο και αρώματα αγάπης,
διέγραψα ένα παρελθόν που πια δεν φάνταζε δικό μου
... φεύγοντας "ούτε μια στιγμή" είπες,
κι έμεινα κει αδύναμος να πορευτώ,
μόνο να σε κοιτώ υγρά μπορούσα...
γιατί δεν είχα που να πάω,
γιατί μόνο να σ'αγαπώ μπορούσα...
Σ'ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟ blog υπαρχει ενα φαντασμα που δεν μ'αφήνει να γραφω μεγαλα posts. Τι καλα! ΠΟΤΕ ΔΕΝ ΗΜΟΥΝ ΦΛΥΑΡΟΣ
Κυριακή 28 Δεκεμβρίου 2008
Τετάρτη 24 Δεκεμβρίου 2008
...Να τα πούμε???? (Last Christmas - Crazy Frog)
... να τα πούμε λοιπόν
... να χαμογελάσουμε λίγο
... να γίνουμε παιδιά
... με τον τρελλοβάτραχο - αδυναμία των παιδιών μου
ΥΓ. είθε το πνεύμα των Χριστουγέννων (παρέα με τα ξωτικά του) να σας ρίξουν πολλές χιονόμπαλες αυτές τις μέρες...
Δευτέρα 15 Δεκεμβρίου 2008
...Δακρυγόνα
Σάββατο 13 Δεκεμβρίου 2008
Δευτέρα 8 Δεκεμβρίου 2008
The circle game...
...ένα τέτοιο τριαντάφυλλο πέρασα και σου άφησα στην οδό Τζαβέλα, απ'όπου σχεδόν κάθε μέρα περνάω
...κι ήταν δεκάδες άλλοι βουβοί εκεί, χωρίς κουκούλες κι επεισόδια
... κι ένα τραγούδι μου'ρχεται στο μυαλό και ιδού τα λόγια του:
The circle game
by Joni Mitchell
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
...κι ήταν δεκάδες άλλοι βουβοί εκεί, χωρίς κουκούλες κι επεισόδια
... κι ένα τραγούδι μου'ρχεται στο μυαλό και ιδού τα λόγια του:
The circle game
by Joni Mitchell
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
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