Someone told me that the ship is a floating prison.
I must confess that since then,
I can’t think a better solution than going on board.
Σάββατο 9 Οκτωβρίου 2010
Dizzy Miles.
I think it’s time for a solitary tramp.
Somewhere near beach,
or maybe in the forest.
It doesn’t matter..
All I want to achieve is to hold a distance from you.
Lately I can’t find any ways to calm myself.
All I need is a bottle of alcohol.
Whatever, in order to get back home.
Dizzy miles between us.
Somewhere near beach,
or maybe in the forest.
It doesn’t matter..
All I want to achieve is to hold a distance from you.
Lately I can’t find any ways to calm myself.
All I need is a bottle of alcohol.
Whatever, in order to get back home.
Dizzy miles between us.
Δευτέρα 23 Αυγούστου 2010
Vicious Circle.
Trying to feed your desires,
Is like writing your initials in the sand.
Every wave, a new try.
Desperate moves to keep your name curve in my mind.
Trying to find the answer in this vicious circle.
Is like writing your initials in the sand.
Every wave, a new try.
Desperate moves to keep your name curve in my mind.
Trying to find the answer in this vicious circle.
Τρίτη 1 Ιουνίου 2010
No return.
Polluted bones,
That’s what we are made of.
Bones to blood and this is how it goes.
There’s no save for the mankind.
That’s what we are made of.
Bones to blood and this is how it goes.
There’s no save for the mankind.
Δευτέρα 31 Μαΐου 2010
Momentary pause.
The chirps of a bird keep me awake all night long.
Lullabies are not good to me.
I took a momentary pause.
Stars are just decorating the sky?
I guess not.
Each star is a name carved in souls around the world.
Where is my star?
Lullabies are not good to me.
I took a momentary pause.
Stars are just decorating the sky?
I guess not.
Each star is a name carved in souls around the world.
Where is my star?
Out of tune.
I play the guitar a few hours now.
Tune isn’t the same anymore.
Maybe it’s time for a break.
I need to dress up my sadness with a smile.
I feel like a grape in the ground, just cut from the vines.
Sometimes I wish that you will open the door.
Maybe not.
The only think that's real, is that every time I wear your sunglasses,
I can see through your eyes, and tears wash away my loneliness.
Tune isn’t the same anymore.
Maybe it’s time for a break.
I need to dress up my sadness with a smile.
I feel like a grape in the ground, just cut from the vines.
Sometimes I wish that you will open the door.
Maybe not.
The only think that's real, is that every time I wear your sunglasses,
I can see through your eyes, and tears wash away my loneliness.
Veil of Paranoia.
You live near to borders of paranoia.
Tears are you daily costume,
So you can feel alive.
You postpone laughing on purpose.
You catch up with your dairy every day,
To keep your memories fresh.
Even if you know that you’re blind.
Tears are you daily costume,
So you can feel alive.
You postpone laughing on purpose.
You catch up with your dairy every day,
To keep your memories fresh.
Even if you know that you’re blind.
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