... the world was sweeter than we knew
everything was ours
how happy we were then
but somehow once upon a time
never comes again
Jay Mcshann
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15.3.11
12.3.11
8.3.11
Here comes the rain
Here comes the rain a photo by eve.ps on Flickr.
Raindrops falling
like broken glass
reminders of the past ...
When people die, people close to us, loved and cherished.. people we thought they would live forever.. a part of us dies, too. We feel the shock of the sudden loss and then we feel lost ourselves... overwhelmed by our own thoughts and feelings too wide and too deep to handle sometimes... anger, blame of all those things that we missed to say or do, blame to the world, to God, to ourselves... and then, the pain... and the grief... and seas of tears over unanswered 'whys' and endless 'whatifs'... We think it will never go away, that we are all alone in this, since no one can truly understand the kind of loss we are experiencing - not by choice - and no word seems good enough or comforting enough to heal it away...
But, then, something strange happens, something that we never thought it would: time takes over smoothing edges and all the words of comfort come back along with memories reminding us of all the joy and warmth and the moments that were there all along, precious moments in time shared with our loved ones, that we never gave a second thought by the time they happened, small things, an expression, a word, a detail.. re-appearing out of the blue, giving back the lost perspective, retutning us the smile to our face, right where it belongs, same as before, yet so different at the same time.. heart-felt, honest and meaningful.. and then we realize that all our feelings have come to evolve like that, towards this direction.. to maturity? it could... Like a closure of a circle and a beginning of a new one? that, too... and it feels like it all comes together like pieces of the same picture.. and we realize that it had to be this way, since no matter how hard it is when it happens, the point is that it takes death to appreciate life.. a beginning rising from an end...
...
tricky, tricky life, right?...
...
...
People that we truly love, they never go away, do they.. they keep on been there in another form this time, but still.. does it matter? I don't think it does, since they live on in our hearts and in our minds as the best in us, as our wisdom, our kindness, integrity and all the good parts within ourselves that make us who we are.. especialy the parents... I tend to believe that parents never leave us kids, not even when they die. They continue been there as our guardian angels for as long as we need them to.. and that makes it all right I guess...
***
Γράφτηκε στα αγγλικά, επειδή το σκεφτόμουν στα αγγλικά.. ήθελα να το αναρτήσω στο flickr, γι' αυτό.
When people die, people close to us, loved and cherished.. people we thought they would live forever.. a part of us dies, too. We feel the shock of the sudden loss and then we feel lost ourselves... overwhelmed by our own thoughts and feelings too wide and too deep to handle sometimes... anger, blame of all those things that we missed to say or do, blame to the world, to God, to ourselves... and then, the pain... and the grief... and seas of tears over unanswered 'whys' and endless 'whatifs'... We think it will never go away, that we are all alone in this, since no one can truly understand the kind of loss we are experiencing - not by choice - and no word seems good enough or comforting enough to heal it away...
But, then, something strange happens, something that we never thought it would: time takes over smoothing edges and all the words of comfort come back along with memories reminding us of all the joy and warmth and the moments that were there all along, precious moments in time shared with our loved ones, that we never gave a second thought by the time they happened, small things, an expression, a word, a detail.. re-appearing out of the blue, giving back the lost perspective, retutning us the smile to our face, right where it belongs, same as before, yet so different at the same time.. heart-felt, honest and meaningful.. and then we realize that all our feelings have come to evolve like that, towards this direction.. to maturity? it could... Like a closure of a circle and a beginning of a new one? that, too... and it feels like it all comes together like pieces of the same picture.. and we realize that it had to be this way, since no matter how hard it is when it happens, the point is that it takes death to appreciate life.. a beginning rising from an end...
...
tricky, tricky life, right?...
...
...
People that we truly love, they never go away, do they.. they keep on been there in another form this time, but still.. does it matter? I don't think it does, since they live on in our hearts and in our minds as the best in us, as our wisdom, our kindness, integrity and all the good parts within ourselves that make us who we are.. especialy the parents... I tend to believe that parents never leave us kids, not even when they die. They continue been there as our guardian angels for as long as we need them to.. and that makes it all right I guess...
***
Γράφτηκε στα αγγλικά, επειδή το σκεφτόμουν στα αγγλικά.. ήθελα να το αναρτήσω στο flickr, γι' αυτό.
2.3.11
No land like homeland
I knelt and touched the blood-warm sand
I felt the pulse beneath my hand
Of ancient lives too old to name
Of ancient lands too wild to tame
M. Frost (tampered a little bit by urs trully - my appologies to the poet.)
24.2.11
Ιθάκες
Είναι εντυπωσιακό το πώς έρχονται μερικές φορές τα πράγματα στη ζωή. Θυμάμαι όταν στα εφηβικά μου χρόνια οι δικοί μου αποφάσισαν να εγκαταλείψουν την πολύβουη Αθήνα για να φτιάξουν ένα σπίτι κάπου πιο έξω, στα προάστια, όταν σχεδόν τίποτα δεν είχε κτιστεί σ’ εκείνη την περιοχή.
Θυμάμαι πώς είχα επαναστατήσει που θα έχανα τις φίλες μου, τις αγαπημένες βόλτες μου, τα στέκια μου, τη θέα της Ακρόπολης από το μπαλκόνι του σπιτιού μας, για να πάω σε μια περιοχή όπου δεν ήξερα κανέναν και δεν με ήξερε κανείς. Τι κι αν το κρεβάτι μου βρισκόταν στο σαλόνι και το γραφείο μου τρυπωμένο κάπου μεταξύ κουζίνας και κρεβατοκάμαρας; Τι κι αν ήμασταν ο ένας πάνω στον άλλον στριμωγμένοι σα σαρδέλες σε τσίγκινο τενεκεδάκι, να προσπαθούμε να λειτουργήσουμε μέσα σε μερικά τετραγωνικά που δεν έφταναν ούτε για τους μισούς από την οικογένεια; Ωραία, θα ερχόταν καινούργιο μέλος στην οικογένεια σε λίγους μήνες, θα γεννιόταν η αδελφή μου. Ε, και; Έπρεπε να φύγουμε από το σπίτι μας; Από τη γειτονιά μας; Και να πάμε στην άλλη άκρη της γης;
Θυμάμαι πώς είχα επαναστατήσει που θα έχανα τις φίλες μου, τις αγαπημένες βόλτες μου, τα στέκια μου, τη θέα της Ακρόπολης από το μπαλκόνι του σπιτιού μας, για να πάω σε μια περιοχή όπου δεν ήξερα κανέναν και δεν με ήξερε κανείς. Τι κι αν το κρεβάτι μου βρισκόταν στο σαλόνι και το γραφείο μου τρυπωμένο κάπου μεταξύ κουζίνας και κρεβατοκάμαρας; Τι κι αν ήμασταν ο ένας πάνω στον άλλον στριμωγμένοι σα σαρδέλες σε τσίγκινο τενεκεδάκι, να προσπαθούμε να λειτουργήσουμε μέσα σε μερικά τετραγωνικά που δεν έφταναν ούτε για τους μισούς από την οικογένεια; Ωραία, θα ερχόταν καινούργιο μέλος στην οικογένεια σε λίγους μήνες, θα γεννιόταν η αδελφή μου. Ε, και; Έπρεπε να φύγουμε από το σπίτι μας; Από τη γειτονιά μας; Και να πάμε στην άλλη άκρη της γης;
Γιατί σε μένα έτσι μου φαινόταν τότε, ότι με έστελναν εξόριστη στην άλλη άκρη της γης. Η απόφαση όμως είχε παρθεί και έτσι μία ωραία πρωία… τα μαζέψαμε και φύγαμε.
21.2.11
The sun and the tree
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee and their will
Shall overshadow thee, be still.
E.A. Poe
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