One hour in front... knowing the future....

The future is different for each of us. It’s at least what it declares to be like that. One hour in front…it seems future for the others. It seems that we know everything….and finally we don’t know nothing. Would it be amazing if I knew what is going to happen? No. I speak with myself and we are agree to the fact that uncertainty of the future can be helpful, no stressful. The condition would be not to be able to affect it It’s something like an Orama (=vision). What’s the point knowing the future and cant’ do sth to change…. It’s seems quite hard…. Stressful… painful… I prefer the present…. Try to define my real moments, minutes, hours. Try to define who I am in the present. Do I represent someone…. Do I look like someone….or I’m unique….I conclude that it’s of us is unique…similar yes but not the same that’s why we are unique….Talking to the paper, rather talking to someone is much more better…. Is it also selfish? I’m wondering…. Selfish why? Cause it seems that you are pretty sure that there is no one to understand you… that you seems that you are hyper unique that no one can feel your emotion…. Your passion, your willing…. Your wants…. And if it is so? Paper? Nannn… 

One by one.....

One by one….I start to forget….those different feelings that brings you in the surface of what you declare as enthusiasm… One by one….i start to neglect what I was think was precious… what brings me on the borderline…. What keeps me far away of where I supposed to be….Raining evening…. Almost dark sky…. I hear the whisper of the droplets…. I hear the sound from the angry birds….. One by one…. I observe the green of the grass…. the white almost grey colors of the houses…..La vie indispensable, I was saying once upon the time… feelings…. I look out of my window…. Still the rain is falling…..some flowers of the edge of my room….have been there to remind me glorious of feelings….One by one, I start to forget…. I have to…. One by one…. You enforce me to erase hope… you don’t love….in a minute I will hear again the angry birds singing…. Blue angry birds… running like the wind and screaming like the thunder….. for whom you are looking for….. I will not come again…. I will not speak again, blue bird…. you almost left like those dreams that I had on my mind before woke up from the emotional situation….. blue bird, for those things that I’m trying to forget….. I call it survival…mechanism to defend and protect something that wants to be pure (if it still exist something). Lies for the liars… and truth for those who want to forget…. Those who tried to protect themselves from other people’s truth…. I’m not anymore the one that you want to see…. I’m not ready to become what you want you want me to become now…. a bird with no aim to fly…. I have my aim, my willing …. I had you…. Since the time that you decided to push me away…one by one…. Why….. I will never know….. rings…. Metaphoric…..one by one….. you make one step far away…. I’m here…. hoping that you will search for my ring one day…..

Αρμύρα γνώσης...

Και όπως παλεύω με τα κύματα ξεχνώ,

Η μοίρα μου έφερε έναν άκαρπο αχνό…

Κοιτάω, ψάχνω, πουθενά δεν σε ζητώ

Σ’ αναζητώ σε λύχνους μέσα απ’ το θολό νερό…

Κοιτάς  με μάτια πράσινα και με γυρεύεις…

Τον άθλο εκείνο να νικήσεις πως παλεύεις….

Σε μια σπηλιά κλεισμένος σαν τον Πλάτωνα….

Και περιμένεις να έρθουνε τα άφθονα…

Εκείνα όλα που η ζωή σου υποσχέθει…

Που θα ρθουν ώρες και οι στιγμές και ‘κείνη θα έρθει…

Μα να που χάθηκε σαν ξάφνου σαν την σκόνη….

Σκορπίστηκε ψηλά σαν ανεμώνη…

Και ξάφνου ήχος… σαν αντίλαλος χτυπάει….

Σαν τύψη ήρθε ξαφνικά και σε πονάει….

Γυρεύοντάς με να ρθεις περιμένω…

Μοιάζοντας σαν άπλυτο ξενιτεμένο…

Αρμύρα γνώσης σε χτυπάει όπως παλιά….

Και ο χρόνος ψάχνει να έβρει σε σένα λαλιά…

Λόγια δεν ψάχνω, δεν θέλω, δεν ποθώ,

Ψάχνω να έβρω τον άνθρωπο σωστό….