Wednesday, February 28, 2007

How do you handle a person who is in it as bad as you are, who is in the same pit as you? Who becomes a self spinning cyclone activated by you and you are activated by the other person. Once its common awareness and a common wish for the two to be ok then things can be better, once its only one person who is aware and the other cannot even see beyond their own problem then for them two to feel good together is something impossible to happen, a cyclone becomes catastrophic for the one person. Now all these are important to be communicated clearly or else pride and prejudice will interfere.

Once both are in the cyclone effect then things are a bit better because the impact creates its own energy and before you know it the survival of the cyclone begins in its own center. The true risk lies in the angry recoverer who might never ever learn a new way to be and will always embellish the cyclone effect in his/her life. Not to mention the harsh effects that may come upon the person after the beginning of recovery like a problem untreated rooted to the soul in a way difficult to ever remove. The emotional risk, that is a very heavy burden to carry, is in the case where the one person makes efforts while the other one is in a cyclone. The fact of a high percentage of failure for the cyclone to recover to a common state of care and understanding and selflessness is were the risk lies. Most common stories end up the latter.


Please leave your ironic comments. Thank you.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Make way for the young ducklings




When physically or mentally challenged beyond your normal capacity you literally widen your horizons in all aspects so to imagine the expansion of the now into its full potential.
Such are new experiences that refresh your mind and make you feel younger.
Like walking on a snowed in mountain top when you have never seen fluffy clean white snow before, and you look down the other snowed down picks as far as you can see through the clouds. And it’s just you and the mountains screaming your voids without voices. Newfound things that you must slowly learn even though you are one of those with a steep learning curve;

When you grow into an old duck the challenge lies in achieving the normal, where the physical challenges are grater and the mental challenges can not be clarified.

p.s. mental note to not overuse the word defined (substituted here) in favor of my loved one

Thursday, February 22, 2007


:) A wonderful day outside today! :) I feel the same inside and I wish to all of you the same in your heart. It’s the simplest most childish feeling in the world and too many words can spoil it so even though I am tempted ...I decided to just leave you at it ....put your serious face away...

Things that are

Things are so much predefined. In his office; a sterile environment where pollution comes about with a word.

Our society today. All the musts. Boring lives. Yours?

How come all the love letters in the world can’t change reality.
Is it another story of wants? Where is the true feeling?
Hands don’t type, thoughts do not flow out. Truth is not coming out.
Once more the truth is scary. It cuts sentences short. And once again everyone is alike having one single big difference.

He was made to be sad inside, more than you...

Control.
Sterile.
Silence.
Games.
Issues.


He was born happier inside, more than you...

fun,
laughter,
emotions,
care
discussions,
beauty
calmness.


Ideal?

Simple I’d say.
I hate every single day that goes by in negativity.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Oikogeniaki fotografia

Titlos: Oikogeneiaki Fwtografia

pou les, pses itan klassikotata

i oikogeneia na fwnazoun OOOOLLLOOII mazi, na leei o kathenas ta dika tou
kai oi sxeseis dedomenes, apistefto.
itan san ena classiko cart postal alla animated
kai egw mesa alla kai parakolouthitis
o Mihalis(xekinontas apo dexia Gonia) sti kosmara tou na periergazete to skiniko alla pio sigekrimmena tis fatses. Me entono tropo na krinei na sygkrinei kai na katigori na apodidei efthines na skeftete oloklires istories sxetika me to an einai kalyteros H kai pws epireastike i zwi tou me ti Lina tin xaderfi mas pou twra pia gynaika tou olofanera den exei minei stis allages pou tin proothise na kanei, kai yponooume me afta tis allages sto make up, rouxa kai synolika styl pou eixe apoktisei meta apo voitheia apo ti Roulla kai emena

emena me apokleioun vevaia apo tote ws uncool kai kakia dioti eleipa apo ti fasi tou koutsompoliou gia 2 xronia epomenws egina to antikeimeno kous kous gia tin periodo afti kai eimai markarismeni ws afto
Kai se synexeia kai apodixi aftou vlepoume ti Lina na stazoun ta salia tis opote milisei i Roulla nakousei na symvalei na to vrei asteio…..min xasei kouventa

Kai to sygrtiko mati tou mihali na paizei

Ta vlepw ola afta. Me vlepei o mihalis
To perivallon fasaria peran twn epitreptvn epipedwn kai oi 2 parakolouthites apothoun ta vlemmata en ripi

to diko mou peftei sto Kosta o opoios den stamata ta piragmata kai ta asteia se varos pollwn plin omws panta leei alithies. Kias einai aftes pou apla den leme alla deixnoume san andropinoi anthropoi

kai gelaw
mou klinei to mati

to pio wraio atomo einai i Maro pou krata kapies isorropies metaxy asteiou koutsompoliou, sovarotitas, kalis diathesis, mikroparaponou kai pollis pellaras pou diathetei, pou pleon einai oxi acceptable alla anticipated

To pio asteio einai i mother pou stathera kai klassika anxonete toso poly gia to trapezi toso pou vazei fones, mila astamatita kai apla leei odigies
Otan epitelous ferei OLA ta 4 glyka pou eferan plin afto pou efere i fili mou !!!!!!!
kai lew egw ntropi, na to feroume kai afto
kai meta petagete kai to klassiko piga na parw to dwro sou alla....

alla den itan ekei?
edw me piran ta gelia
piga na sou parw to mixer leei alla se 2 evdomades tha to exoun
kai synexizei > ah kai Roulla tha sou parw kai esena ena

....Loipon Bingo ……….
xekina i teleftaia klirwsi kai enw oloi fwnazoun, i plasma einai sti diapason kai i mama me misoxamilwmena ta gialia na xairete moni tis se kathe anakoinwsi tou epomenou arithmou kai sto telos na emfanizete kai o mpampas pou den katalava pote ton xasame kai vrethike ekei sto living room na krata isws kai tis lathos kartes tou Bingo kai na leei pws exase, prokalontas ti mama na pei gia 14 i fora oti kai ekeini mono mia fora nikiise tis 100 lires

edw me pernoun ta gelia, pale, poso input!!!. Ola ta evlepa kai kathe toso koitaza kai ti filenada moou na aftomola kai me 3 wres ypno pou eixe panw tis na dysanasxetiti pou den ta prolamvainei ola afta. Kai parakato emfanizontai kai ta kafta themata tou pios vaftise kai pios tha vaftisei pion

mou lene na mi milw kai na faw to cake olo gia na piasei i efxi kai mou miloun synexeia kai meta pou tous apantw, mou lene den tha piasei i efxi sou !!!!!!

e , efaga to miso, tha spasw? poso cake kai as min piasei i efxi

sto living room katsame mono 10 leptakia ospou kapios eipe oti o Mihalis tha koimithei se ligo kai op sikostikan oloi kai piran efthia gia tin porta
enw i mama leei meinete kiallo pou pate kias itan i wra 12

When you are love

An ode to love..."SO I WAIT. BEEN WAITING! I write when I want a resolution. Sort of like, I write because someone does care for me. Or is it because I care for you? Wrong or Right, Good or bad didn’t matter. Till now! Now that I love! It kills me every time we fight. Cause it feels like my golden shoe is really made w/ rusty nails. Like my full blown existence becomes flat. Like My stomach literally wants to come out of my mouth. Like it’s the end all of a sudden! I’ve grown from an over sensitive little girl to and overly sensitive woman. I like being a girl. I feel pure. I feel Me. The good me! With all the believes that are honest and good, with all the hope and faith in the world, with fear but with dare and determination. That’s me. The true me! Only those who love me and I love back will ever see my pain and share my joy. Every moment is important. Every sound and every single letter written in these words! The old magazines, all the broken things, the old and the new, all mean something special enough to remember and to have an impact. As a woman I forget. A lot! I really hate it. I want to be a girl. And you my baby my love my sweetheart my most special one you being so unique, and so much like me you make me feel like Me."

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

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"POTE TON ALLO STA MATIA MIN KOITAS GIATI KATHREFTIS GINESE...." LEEI.....



KAI ELA POU EXEI TOSOUS GAIDAROUS TRIGYRO, KI'AN TI PATHEIS KAI TOUS DEIS STA MATIA GAIDAROS GINESE KAI SY

Friday, February 2, 2007

circle inverted

we glide into delirium before we realise that we fell into the abbyss of bliss