Τρίτη, 31 Μαΐου 2011




Secrets are heavy to carry.
Even more now that you're gone.
I guess I'll soon stop caring if the door is closed so you won't leave.
I'll may stop expecting to see you lying on the chair.
Our clothes won't be full of hairs and you won't disturb me while I'm studying.
You won't come and sit between my boyfriends and me.
You won't mew when I come home late at nights and you won't let mum know what time I came.
Now I'll feel lonely when I'm home alone without you sleeping on my belly.
You knew all my secrets.You had seen things that noone knows.
Everyone in the family knew that you loved me more than anyone else.
I'm sorry it wasn't me the last person you saw.
You'll always be my favorite cat.
I love you.



Δευτέρα, 30 Μαΐου 2011

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I wanted to go to your friend's bookstore to buy some books,he said to her.
What books?
It's a trilogy.
Trilogies are pissing me of.I often end up waiting the last parts that were never written.
The truth is I've never been involved with the books you're reading.What are you reading right now?
Bukowski.
Disapproval in your face.
Deja vu.
You've done it before.For Marguerite Duras.
I always picked books from our bookcase in the living room.
Books for adults.
I always wanted to impress you.
But with one joke of yours,you were rejecting me.
Making fun of the other one is the worst way.
It was funny how easily I was changing my mind after that.
Uhmm..Basicaly I'm reading a couple of books at the same time..
One last attempt to repair my broken image to you.
But mum said something about the salad.
And you never asked me what else I was reading at the same time.





Δευτέρα, 16 Μαΐου 2011

Chiaroscuro

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Chiaroscuro.
The shading technique.
Next to black,the white seems blinding bright.
Talking with people with completely opposite views from yours,make you realise you have your own opinions.Your own voice.
With the contrast,characters seem easier to understand.
She's introvet,he's extrovert.
She's romantic,he's a realist.
She's an optimist,he's a pessimist.
But there are billions of us in this planet.We can't just be black or white.There are billions of shades.
And personally talking,I don't wanna be only one colour.


Πέμπτη, 12 Μαΐου 2011

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My traces on my bed.
Your traces on your bed.
Your traces on my bed.
My traces on your bed.
We had my parents' old mattress for so many years that when we threw it away,there were hollows from their bodies on it.

Τρίτη, 10 Μαΐου 2011

Will you cut the thread?

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What are you gonna do?
I haven't thought about it.
Do you care?
Obviously.
I'll call you every time I'm finished writing and when I shit.
In other words,every day.
You're so beautiful my little creature.
Stop doing whatever I say to you.
Asshole.
Chocolate milk.
My legs are shivering.
Hey.
And who are you?
Nice question.What should I answer now?
Why are you so distant today?
Cheater!
It was just a game.
No.It was a deal.
I wanted you to come and save me.
I guess you are constipated.



Δευτέρα, 9 Μαΐου 2011

Words are dead.

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Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival like, you know, “water.” We came up with a sound for that. Or “saber-toothed tiger right behind you.” We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we’re experiencing. What is, like frustration? Or what is anger? Or love? When I say “love,” the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person’s ear, travels through this byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love and they register what I’m saying and say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel that we have connected and we think that we’re understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it’s what we live for.


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Κυριακή, 8 Μαΐου 2011

Sketches






Now that I've got the scanner,nothing can stopped me from scanning whatever I come across.
I decided to create a deviantart.You can check it out here if you want.

PLUS:check out the little chickie giving love advice!For more advice you can visit the website.
The Man's Guide To Love #380 from themansguidetolove on Vimeo.


Σάββατο, 7 Μαΐου 2011

Analogic for the romantic

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I used an analogic camera for these pictures.And although they're not something special I really love the tones and the effect.You can notice the molecules of dust on their surface.LOVE IT!
Analogic photography is more romantic than shooting digital.The mystery of not seing instantly the result is magic.Waiting for them to get printed with agony.Getting disapointed when they're not like you expected to be.Or being surprised in a good way with the result.Having them on your hands.Hanging them on your wall.I'm gonna create a darkroom in my own house one day.

"What's your opinion about Osama?"
I'll never forget this.This question left its mark on me.
My inability to answer,mainly.
Such a long time on the auto-pilot.
I go to school,I eat,I go to the after school lessons,I sleep.
I don't watch tv.I only learn what's happening in the world from the people around me.
How I became like that?
I'm not myself.
So absorbed by my life.
My future,my vacations,my weekends,my lovers.
There's no room for anything else.
I sink in my microworld.I wore blinders.
I feel shame for me,but I'm not ashamed to say it.
Thank you so much for asking me this question.
Thank you so much for waking me up before becoming a zombie forever.
It's easy to lose your path in chaos.

Δευτέρα, 2 Μαΐου 2011

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I'm a bear.
Wanna hug me?
All these people are barking outside.
And I really need the peace and quiet of our cave.
I promise I'll feed you honey.
Just let me cuddle with your fur.

Κυριακή, 1 Μαΐου 2011

The first of may

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Can't wait to hold my dslr in my hands again.Tried shooting analog.No scanner to show you the results.Feel like sunbathing a little.I may grab a friend and go sunbathing on a hill.While wishing you have a great May day,this song came to my mind.Listening it,I felt totally cheered up.That's why I'm posting it here.
Hope you are all in the best mood.If not,try to.You can feel miserable tomorrow.Today it's the first of May.
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