Άκου πως έχουν τα πράματα

Σήμερα μίλαγα με τον Γιωργάκη.
Ξέρεις γι'αυτά που οι άνθρωποι λένε πολιτικά.
Και μια γιαγιά πέρασε και κοντοστάθηκε να ακούσει τι λέγαμε.
Είχε μάλιστα και το θράσος να πει και την άποψη της.
Αλλά καταπώς φαίνεται πήρε θάρρος από την μαλθακή μου όψη,κι άρχισε να μιλάει χωρίς σταματημό.
Γι'αυτό και γω της άνοιξα το γυάλινο μπουκάλι της κοκα κόλας που κρατούσα στο κεφάλι.
Σωριάστηκε κάτω κι άρχισαν να τρέχουν αίματα.Αλλά μπορεί να ταν και κοκα κόλα.
Για να μάθει να με σέβεται η παλιόγρια.

Bikingequalsfreedom

the sound-I can't escape myself

There are some certain things I'm obsessed with.Like curry,or mushrooms,or pesto,or traveling.
One such thing is biking.I LOVE LOVE LOVE biking.When biking,I feel the absolut freedom.I wanna open my hands in the air and fly.Which I rarely do,'cause I wanna be known as a careful driver.
The thing is my parents don't let me buy a bike,here in the city,'cause they're afraid.So this pictures are from two summers ago,at our cottage.
I borrowed a friend's bike the other day.I was soo happy riding it.Dad promised he'll buy me an awesome bike when I finish school.

Reservations

I'm standing on my bed.

Ι open my arms.

I dive in the air of the room.

The ceiling opens like a can.

I can see the sky now.

I fly outside and the light of the sun blinds me.

I swim in the blue sky.

I'm coming to pick you up.

Get ready.I don't like to wait.

I'll take you out today.

I made a reservation.

The world is waiting for us to discover it.

Who are all these people?

Eating huge amounts of sandwitches with cheese and curry while wanting to lose weight.

Feeling like I'm on a supermarket trolley and someone else is driving me.

Wanting to get closer but being afraid at the same time.

Like the stray cat wants to eat the food on the human's hand,but her wild insticts don't let her do so.

Hearing him saying he wants to drink my tears once more.

But I'm not feeling like crying for the first time.'Cause the sun's shinning.

Watching people coming and leaving.Dancing.Kissing me.Then leaving again.

Staying for a little.Then leaving again.Chasing me.

Watching people coming and leaving in my life.

Feeling like a numb observer once again.

I don't care about all these people.

As long as I have her in my life.

The one I care for.

The one that cheers me up.

The one we cry together simply by looking each other.

Molecules of dust

Every human is a micro-world.
We have our lives.
Our routine,our friends and relationships,our worries,our thoughts,our fears.
Living in our micro-world,we forget that we are part of a macro-world,of the universe.
We forget how small we are.We sometimes even forget to look at the sky.
If you google it,you can find pictures of our atmosphere.
Above our heads there are the troposphere,the stratosphere,the mesosphere and the ionosphere.
About 400 km above.
And after that the chaos.
I like staring at the stars.It reminds me how small we are.
And when you are aware of how small and fragile we are you see things from other perspective.
No problem is that serious.
Comparing it with the size of the universe.
Considering its consequences on the universe's balance.
None.
We are just molecules of the universe's dust.
When you realize how short your presence in this planet is,don't you want not to waste any second of it? 

Weird days in the nature

We bridge our distances.We always loved each other.We just didn't know how to show it.

We check our beds and blankets for scorpions.It's like a grave,he says,with the shutters closed.We visit each other's house.Again and again.The earth is too small for us.We hear stories we never had imagined before.We get drunk.We have fun.We sink in silence.We watch movies.We wanna fall in love.We wish some things were different.We hate our parents the one moment,we love them the other.I'm only jealous of their songs.They're beautiful.We fight.We are bored.We entertain our boredom.In the past,when humans had a secret,they were climbing on the highest mountain,they were finding a hole in a tree and they were whispering their secret.Then they were covering the hole with mud.He said the love is a matter of timing.There's no use in falling in love too early or too late.We prepare ourselves for things that might never happen.We brush our teeth.

Dad is downstairs plays darkly his harmonica.

I sit at the window,staring outside.

I hate this place.

I love this place.

p.s.Thank you for your wishes!I hope all of you had (and have and will have) a great time!

In the memory of Alexandros Grigoropoulos

All the students on the streets.Like today,two years ago Alexis,a 15-year-old boy was shot by a cop.

This paradise doesn't exist anymore

It was a beautiful place huh?It was!Now,all these trees are burnt.I'm talking about Preveli in Crete.

p.s.Yeah!I finally came back!

Missed you so much!

Don't feel like myself today

I can't sleep at night.The weather is too hot.I close my eyes and my mind is full of pictures.I'm in Mexico.In one of those beautiful,colourful houses.My house smells fresh coffee.I eat fruits for dinner.I walk barefoot on the stone floor.At the evenings,when the sun is about to set,I go outside,and sit at the door step next to a flower pot.I quench my flower's thirst with a cup of water every afternoon.I have a cat too.White with orange stripes.She fondles me when she touch my legs with her tail.And I sing traditional mexican songs.And I play the flute.And I wave at my heighbours.And I'm happy.

Where would you like to be now?