Τετάρτη 27 Απριλίου 2011

Do you believe in dreams?

Dreams are painful. That’s what they tell.
Maybe that’s why I don’t remember many.
The only dream that I remember teaches me that,
You’ll have been the mother of my children.
I will have been the father of your lost life.

Δευτέρα 25 Απριλίου 2011

History repeats.

You have to separate from anything you love.
You have to.
This sense of feeling useless.
You can’t write your own history.
History proves you wrong all the time.
Lost souls, lost loves.
Everything’s about betrayal and loneliness.
We’ll never learn from the past.
Brand new mistakes in this old bottle.

No God can save us.

Burn fire with fire.
I’ve never understood this quote.
Would you burn your love with another love?
Everything is straight lines in life.
How can you write on the same line two times?
How many nights you suffered?
How many nights you choked my name?
I’m still counting while there’s no god to save us.

Παρασκευή 8 Απριλίου 2011

No exit.

Empty rooms, without windows.
No sun hits these walls.
Flowers are dead.
Absolution is what I’m searching for,
While the last of the leaves hits the ground.

Δευτέρα 4 Απριλίου 2011

Heroes are dead.

I still remember your eyes.
These beautiful green eyes.
You used to say that I have lion eyes.
Do you remember?
Nowadays I can’t reach you.
There’s nothing harder that giving up on your heroes.

Day and Night.

Night and day.
Dizzy words are taking place.
I can’t read this book.
I can’t recognize any letter.
I’ve always been acoustic.
Can you read me this book aloud.
I need to sleep.