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Σας ευχαριστούμε για την επίσκεψη! What you can possibly do here is a difficult question to be answered but you're mostly welcome and I apreciate your visit. Highly recommended is to find a more interesting space to visit such as those I have in my list "Bookmarks". If you want something to read pick from "my library" or "my magazines" or other lists. If you're looking for real blogs I've got a couple in "wonderful blogs" Nature or technology mysteries for mere mortals from experts. There is music too on the list"Listen to the music" The songs on this list change from time to time. Too bored to do anything, spend some time in my "Playground" . Enjoy your time wasting it! If you want to make over your space , add features etc ... don't ask me, I don't know a darn thing but I know who can help you. Go to the list 'help for your space' and find the right guys, although msn spaces has been made easier to handle lately. Still insist to come closer to me - spiritually, of course ? LOL I put down some meanderings , browse categories or archives by date, read what occupies my thoughts at times ...
Menrva Starbloodwrote:
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VERY BEATIFULL MATURE. I WAIT FOR MY SPACE
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Hi, see that you have pictures from Vestlandet i Norway. Some of them even from places I know. Except for being a fan of western Norway - what are you doing?
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September 29 London SE10 9NFNorth Greenwich , London SE10 9NF
I've got my planner , my notes for alternatives and off I went!
Royal Observatory Greenwich is a part of the celebration events for the welcoming the 2012 Olympics
Open all days , every day through out the year makes me wonder what's new to them to be called "Open House" for the weekend 20-21 September.
There is more to the mystery... the Royal Observatory in particular is "Open House " only on the 20 Sept. and last admission 4:30pm.
It's been like this so far but ........ did you ever go?
No.
So , go anyway!
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Hard to get there in time , although full detailed planning saves a lot of time.
I had to be at work in Acton until 13:00. Acton is purposely situated half a town away from my residence and on the opposite direction from Greenwich.
Bus lines had a secret conspiracy plan against me that day and none passed by my station before 13:30.
(what's happening to me? Am I turning British? Oh , no ... the rest of the world wouldn't be able to speak to me ... Just noticed this .."bus station" of mine .... well, it's been "bus stop" since I utter my first english word ... long decades ago )
I got home , it's in the middle of the way, anyway, by 3:00 pm , really hungry and in addition of having to leave my heavy stuff (laptop, files and some other trash) had to grap something to eat.(10 minutes delay from the planned schedule , but I was so hungry and far too suspicious for most of the food served in most places around)
Jubilee metro line doesn't reach it during some weekends and ,particularly,that was one of them (remember the conspiracy plan, I've told you)
Part of the route by a slow bus ... It's ok. ... I'm there , finally and it's all that counts.
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I was left speechless ... so much beauty in the Greenwich Park , so many things to do and see there and the Observatory was amazing.
Just like every Observatory , situated on a lovely hill where you could see central London from afar , St. Paul's , O2 arena, Docklands and Canary wharf along with the 'under construction' Olympic site for 2012.
Actually I have a thing for Observatories and special events that they perform there . I've seen a lot of interesting films and live observations and guided tours in Observatories or Planetarium as they are called in other places.
Events in Greenwich Observatories fell short concerning the scientific part ... it's , maybe , because visitors fall short to most of the subjects an Observatory can carry on . Most of the visitors go there , just to say they've been there ... and this 'there' is an important landmark. So , I assume we don't deserve a scientific speech about the birth of the universe ... it's against a lot of religions, though.......
Long lines to take a photo by the sculpture of earth ... walking with one foot on east and one on the west hemisphere... without knowing what they really do ... but do it anyway , just like all others did before them and will do after them , laughs and ... some americanistic behaviour (important is what is placed in a honoral position, why ? that's a detail that they can survive without it
... and longer lines to be photoed by the measure units of length ... actually not of that importance and actually shows their envy to the french premises that host the original units of weight and length and it's really something... but Greenwich is not known for the original measure units ... it's what tourists think it's important up there ... this , and a Lord's or General's statue lol ....... excuse me , I always forget names :)
A father of two had just arrived when gates were closing along with the polite apologies of the stuff. The father tried to show the line that divides the earth in two from the outside of the gate to his teenager kids .... who only said ''is there any shop? let's go to the shop .." (meaning cafeteria and such things with beverages and deli's ) and gave it a short glance and they all went to find the 'shop'. It was the father who stopped for seconds silently and paid his respects to the spot and headed to the shop as the crowd demanded.
No, we don't deserve more than a 'shop' in every landmark. We don't deserve to learn that our planet is almost a nothing in the universe 'space' in the eternity of 'time'.
Been there , though , is really something. I felt like crying , got overemotional realising that 'I've been there' , too. Looking at the line 0 which devides the earth in halves, in two hemispheres, west and east ... knowing that since that point of time and on, people who cruise the seas , climb the mountains , hike the earth paths could have a 'stigma' , a point of reference to identify their exact position.
So , others can find them.
As a matter of fact , I 've identified my position too, many times , in many places but some others can't reach for me.
At least I know that they don't bother,that's the case and not 'they can't' ... LOL
I used to wonder , since I wanted to go there so much, what happened and kept me since today ...
I learned what ... it's the post code.
Yes, I'm serious, it was for the post code that I didn't have handy. At least this is one of the serious reasons that I hadn't been there before.
Everything here is "post code" .
I was surprised to find out that just filling my post code in some comercial sites , they automatically gave me my address , among only a few others and by choosing my own address the site was giving me my full name. ....
Shit!
I don't like this!
And it gives me no protection to any fraud and other malicious things that go around here.
If I lose my credit card I would have to forget about my bank account ... if anyone uses my property or money or name, nothing happens, I face the coscequances by myself ... I survive on my own risk and all I can risk is to choose if and where to dine out, the rest of my survinal is coinsidential.
All journey planners gave me a million options with the Greenwich word and none with the Observatory key word. Since I didn't know the post code I couldn't find my way to the Observatory. The rest of the names of the other buildings and parks were not familiar to me and couldn't guess that .. University is close, Naval College is just opposite , The Queen's House is in the yard ... how could I ever???
But let's forget about the whole insanity around and focus on the main Event of my life for that week.
Greenwich is great !
August 31 London N16It's hardly London, yet it is.
Post Code London N16, (ok, comparing to N1 where I live , it is far)
Your oyster card is acceptable, still can't make sure that's still London up here as oyster cards system goes nuts quite often.
Tube reaches it , so It is London!
Stoke - Newington , London Borough of Hackney
if the sign says so, it is .
That's the law! Everything here is the law!
Smoking is against the law in these (everywhere) premises.
(Don't laugh , it will be at home too and soon. It's that Hellenes and Romans when they used to talk about "law" they meant the idea differently. So the joke here is not understandable by others)
Their law , in the fine print is not against hashish though - I hear that use is legal - and there isn't any age limit to buy it or use it, no sign that it miiiiiight harm your health either , mental that is , although there is an effort to reduce availability of alchool and blades to the youngsters to have a little bit less violence in the streets.(There's another joke about blades ... I'll save it for another time.) But nobody ever heard that violence and crime are highly connected with the use of hashish and all drugs at least when the users are at their first stages of the use. Pretty weird as the global scientific community know this from British scientists and their work and remarks and statistics on the british youth.
God save the Queen ... and in God we trust ...
the rest of us should pay in cash and mind their own ass!
and right now I'm putting in danger my own ass...
My mind is meandering , I want to close my eyes, stand still and imagine , dream , even fall asleep , dive in my thoughts and relevant memories...
but as I said , God's assignment is other than keep me safe while doing so.
Destination , Church Street , Manor House School
Tube station Manor House ,
mind the gap
and the tube goes on ... after having left you behind
So here it is !
There it was! That's the school and still in place. A piece of a short life passed by here in five years but that was the only education he really got. References disagree as for his sole education here, I have to say that. It's what I think and beyond the references ... use your imagination. The more you understand , the more you know, the more you know the more you can fill the gaps (not those of the tube platforms)
When he was in University and having acquired other habits and debts , step father refused to pay debts but University didn't win the battle over older women and alchool. University was to be abondoned in a year. There have been more schools in between but he wasn't much of a student role model.
Besides , the five years term takes the one eighth of his life, which makes it a lot of life in education.
And admitedly he didn't die young, although 40 years old. He died old and aged, very aged, as they say those who knew him.
Can you imagie the elderly in their 80s you meet, how many of them have got a 10 years of studies? Hardly any , huh ?
London doesn't have the reputation of a safe place (still can't understand that either) to walk alone in the dark especially out there , up there , near the woods and the green sites. Let's don't push our luck that hard tonight. Make it snappy!
Search for the cradle of the Raven. It might be there! maybe , maybe not , you might carry the raven with you inside ... he might had it inside him all the time, or just the raven might have flown ... flown away for good , away from the spike city.
I haven't seen another city with so many spikes for the unwanted birds all over , everywhere. Most people don't know what they are for. I think, it makes a good sign that they haven't seen them before or up to that extend and they can hardly imagine what the function of those spikes is. Good people in deed. I mostly like those who visit from further north. I can easily spot them ... Irish or Scottish , classy , red haired ,some with freckles on face and hands, well dressed, calmer and beautiful. At the airports and stations I hear them wondering what these spikes are for.
I don't tell them. I'm afraid of hearing ... ' Oh... good!' I can't deal with this idea and they would spoil my good disposition towards them.
Anticipate to hear the raven speaking. Yes, I said 'speaking'. It's the most talented bird to imitate the voice and the notes of the human voice, much more than the parrots.
Or is it you , walking in the dark and telling yourself 'nevermore' ? Getting scary ? is it for the reputation of the area that put demons in your head? Is it for the poem and the death? Then give up !
You can do it , next tube in a few minutes.
Come back in broad daylight. Crime working hours are defined here and are afterhours.
But it has to be afterhours in order to meet a ghost and a raven. And the meeting has to be shivering and the words to take these undefined huge shape of shadows in the dark.
The american boy , as Andrew Taylor named him in 2004 , is he there ? ... out in the woods or in class?
It takes darkness to feel him , himself and his darkness.
Read the Andrew's Taylor novel to be introduced with the background. It helps a lot since you're interested.
Stoke-Newington , Manor House tube station, Church Street , Manor House School
Taken here, lived for five years, attended this school and taken away back to New York, since then 'nevermore' in the vicinity.
Yes, he was so gifted although he did needed the tools to express it and it was the education here and the background at the same time that made his first tools.
His work is not so much or more than the work of others but so many of us know him and his name.
He's a legend to a lot of us.
And think of the american boy, taken in an area where his american accent is mixed with the british of his schoolmates. Used to breathing out mostly, maybe, he now practices new sounds mostly breathing in with intervals to breath out. The sounds are either finer or just different. The endings of the words are definetely different. He studies the sounds or the sounds are recorded in his head and the american boy is so observant, to anything around him. Age helps a lot and the novelty of their new home in a new area. All antennas in a highest sensitivity alert.
The Raven is a masterpiece of rhyme (admiration of the endings) and rhythm ... when you hear it most you notice is the sound and the melody ... meaning is giving you the creeps
there have been times that I've read it aloud for myself to hear it paying not much attention to the meaning , only the slightest to put some colour to my voice.
I know that girls of my age by that time try other things in front of their mirror but there was time for everything and not instead.
(Time ... lately , I have no time ... I don't like this... I'll change it for sure)
This is what makes me believe that while in this school , the raven had already started to get its shape, as an outlet to the melody which the american boy had noticed that exists in the english language. He must had practiced the sounds of the endings in british english and treasured the rolling 'r' from his american english and he combined. He combined the sounds and the fine vocabulary of english and enriched it with a lot of 'r's ... the rolling american 'r'
raven ... nevermore ... Lenore ... door ... floor ... implore and so much more .
I remembered, going back in time, when walking up and down the street by the river, in Manhattan, up and down so many times, checked again and again our map, our notes, the address was correct but we couldn't find the house. We asked the passing by americans 'where is the house Edgar Allan Poe lived ?' and nobody knew. Not even those who lived in the area ever heard of it.
But there is Edgar Allan Poe street here , map says it clearly so does the sign at West End Rd. Tassos said that a lady he asked told him
' There isn't such a house here because here it's not London!"
and we were left lost for words or any other reaction.
I haven't forgotten that lady's phrase for so many years, it stuck in my memory.
So we decided to do the walk again by the river, onto the Edgar Allan Poe Street, double checking every single building we passed and up and down the Edgar Allan Poe Street. And we got it!
A small sign there to give us the information. The house was a 10 floors building ,new and overdecorated in a baroque style but not exactly baroque yet beautiful, and it was a new one at the place of the older one that had been pulled down in which Edgar Allan Poe had lived. According Tassos , that was the house where "the raven" was written. We had checked dates of issues and residences of the time. Following and double checking moves and publications and combined the information , it was the house where The Raven was fully composed at least for the first time.
1845, January , New York.
New York Evening Mirror, the newspaper,first to set in type and print from the manuscript
and the introduction of the paper
....... the following lines from a correspondent (E.A.P used a pseudonym that time) .......... praising along the language and depth of those lines ,the rhyme ... to end the introduction
'we could wish our capacities of our noble language were better understood'
Oh , I know what he's talking about. All these adjectives that give shape, texture, colour,flavour, size, quality and more and as a young student of the language I used to hate so much only to find out that I couldn't read literature without them a few years later and really enjoy the content.
And the rare verbs, forgotten by natives and students , verbs which sleep forever only in the dictionaries.
I've read somewhere that Edgar Allan Poe himself had contributed to the introduction of his poem in the newspaper and I believe it. The introduction is another piece of art too praising the english language and its treasures.
(note; he uses 'noble' in comparison to the Greek language which had been mentioned and praised before in the same introduction)
According myself , here in London and right in front of me, Edgar learned to hold the pencil and put down the words ,learned that sounds have symbols that can convey his sounds to us, his screams and his heartbeats, his fears and longings to us, practiced and learned to decode his thoughts -or just the start of them- in a code of communication with us all, the words , the language ... Even to keep notes for himself to capture an idea born in unexpected moments and save it, notes of his dreams of his thoughts, to read them later , not to forget his inspiration and enjoyed it in another time as well ... he learned the codes to do it , right here...here is where everything started.
From that point further , the american boy knew for sure how to liberate himself from all these thoughts by putting them down in words , which he did so graciously ... well , in the dark way but not only. Writing could ease his pain , pain of love, of death ... give a shape to a story
It's here where language was created in his child head. A language full of music and so rich.
It's here where he got his first tools!
It must be here! I'm not a native speaker but I mostly hear british english in the Raven, not New York's american english. British accent is needed to make all the rhymes sound.
July 28, 1815 Edgar Poe's arrival in Britain with the Allan family.
Poe attends school at Manor House, Stoke-Newington, London
1820 , back to New York
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) , was here from the age of 6 till his 11.
decisive years for the american boy with so much pain in his heart and so playful with death and darkness
I stand still. I wish I could have the poem to read it in front of the school. But I can't carry much with me to my tiny London residence.
By heart then ... (by copy-paste here)
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, I'll try to ask the Britishers next time I'll come over here. Just like we did with Americans long time ago.
I'll go there again and start asking around , which is the school that Edgar Allan Poe went?
It would be my bet. Let's see if more British than Americans know that Edgal Allan Poe had been here.
I hope they won't let me down. I love this people!
10 out of 15 of us just resigned!
I know why , I know they are right to do so , conditions are just unacceptable by all means. I keep thinking to myself if it worths at all for me to stay.
I don't know if I'm doing a clever thing but it won't be the first time that I make a mistake. If it's affordable , no big deal.
I'll manage ...
August 08 I wish I were blindI WISH I WERE BLINDI love to see the cottonwood blossom In the early spring I love to see the message of love That the bluebird brings But when I see you walkin' with him Down along the strand I wish I were blind When I see you with your man I love to see your hair shining In the long summer's light I love to watch the stars fill the sky On a summer night The music plays you take his hand I watch how you touch him as you start to dance And I wish I were blind When I see you with your man We struggle here but all our love's in vain And these eyes that once filled me with your beauty Now fill me with pain And the light that once entered here Is banished from me And this darkness is all, baby, that my heart sees And though this world is filled With the grace and beauty of God's hand Oh I wish I were blind When I see you with your man June 22 Human TouchYou and me we were the pretenders We let it all slip away In the end what you don't surrender Well the world just strips away Girl, ain't no kindness in the face of strangers Ain't gonna find no miracles here Well you can wait on your blesses my darling I got a deal for you right here I ain't looking for praise or pity I ain't coming round searching for a crutch I just want someone to talk to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town Ain't no bread from heavenly skies Ain't nobody drawing wine from this blood It's just you and me tonight Tell me, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm asking's too much I just want something to hold on to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch Oh girl that feeling of safety that you prize Well it comes at a hard hard price You can't shut off the risk and the pain Without losing the love that remains We're all riders on this train So you've been broken and you've been hurt Show me somebody who ain't Yeah, I know I ain't nobody's bargain But, hell, a little touch up and a little paint... You might need something to hold on to When all the answers, they don't amount to much Somebody that you could just to talk to And a little of that human touch Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm asking's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that human touch Feel a little of that human touch Give me a little of that human touch June 01 Israel , July 2001I copy from my friend Archer from the North
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...μπαίνοντας στο αεροπλάνο για το Τελ - Αβίβ σου δημιουργείται η αίσθηση που θα σε συντροφέψει σε ολόκληρο το ταξίδι σου στο Ισραήλ : κατευθύνεσαι προς μια στενή λουρίδα γης με...12 διαφορετικά είδη ανθρώπινων φυλών, επιδιώξεων και διαθέσεων.
...ένας ορθόδοξος παπάς, ένας ραββίνος, ένας καθολικός ιερωμένος, ένας μουσουλμάνος χότζας. - Ένα είναι σίγουρο, αυτό το αεροπλάνο αποκλείεται να πέσει αφού έχει όλους σχεδόν τους θεούς του κόσμου μαζί του, αστειεύομαι με τον τρομαγμένο Εβραίο μεσήλικα που κάθεται δίπλα μου και εξετάζει την ελαφρώς σκούρη επιδερμίδα μου. ...το αεροπλάνο φτάνει σε ένα αχανές αεροδρόμιο, όπου κάθε λογής άνθρωπος βρίσκεται μπροστά σου και οι ατελείωτες αναγγελίες αναχωρήσεων - αφίξεων δοκιμάζουν τις γεωγραφικές σου γνώσεις. Είναι αρχές Ιουλίου. Δέκα το βράδυ. Με το που ανοίγει η πόρτα του αεροπλάνου μια αποπνικτική ζεστή και υγρή γεύση αέρα σε κάνει να φαντάζεσαι μια κάθιδρη και τροπική νύχτα να σε περιμένει. 'Ελεγχος. Πραγματικός έλεγχος ! Θα ανακαλύψω πολλές φορές ότι η ελληνική μου καταγωγή δεν είναι και το καλύτερο διαπιστευτήριο για τις μακριές μύτες των Εβραίων. Ξεχνιέμαι πουλώντας εξυπνάδες στην κοπέλα που ελέγχει εξονυχιστικά το διαβατήριο μου, ενώ ο αρματωμένος κοκκινοτρίχης συνάδελφός της προσπαθεί να με τρομάξει με τα πολλά μεταλλικά αξεσουάρ που φοράει πάνω του. ...μένω στην Ιερουσαλήμ. Σε ένα συμπαθητικό ξενοδοχείο της King David. Η Ιερουσαλήμ ευτυχώς διαψεύδει τις ανησυχίες μου για την αφόρητη ζέστη. Είναι χτισμένη σε ύψωμα και έχει ένα ελαφρύ αεράκι παρόμοιο με εκείνο που μας χαιδεύει κάθε νύχτα στα αιγαιοπελαγίτικα νησιά μας... * Μπύρα Maccabi....+++ ----> ----> ...οι εβραϊκές περιοχές του Ισραήλ μοιάζουν σαν ένα άριστα στημένο σκηνικό από ένα αόρατο χέρι. Τα δέντρα, τα λουλούδια, οι ουρανοξύστες, οι μεγάλοι λεωφόροι σου φωνάζουν ότι δεν ανήκουν εκεί.
...περπατώντας στον εβραϊκό τομέα της Ιερουσαλήμ σου είναι αδύνατο να πιστέψεις ότι αυτοί οι άνθρωποι κατοικούν σε μια τέτοια πόλη. Μοιάζουν με μακροχρόνιους ενοικιαστές περισσότερο. Με τον Κώστα και τους άλλους από την ομάδα απολαμβάνουμε τα παζαρέματα με τους εβραίους μαγαζάτορες...μανουάλια, αρώματα, κοσμήματα....κάθε φορά που βγαίνουμε με άδεια χέρια από το μαγαζί ένας καταιγισμός από εβραϊκές βρισιές μας συνοδεύει. ...περνώντας το check point για να εισέλθουμε στη Βηθλεέμ ο έλεγχος είναι μηδενικός. Κάνουμε το χατζηλίκι μας. Ο ναός της Γεννήσεως σου δείχνει την τεράστια ιστορία που κουβαλάει μέσα από τη βαριά μυρωδιά του σκούρου ξύλου και το επιβλητικό μουντό του χρώμα. Εντυπωσιακή η συνύπαρξη 4 ναών σχεδόν στο ίδιο προάυλιο. Εκτός από το Ναό της Γεννήσεως υπάρχει μια Αρμένικη εκκλησία, ένα μουσουλμανικό τζαμί και μια συναγωγή (αν θυμάμαι καλά). Η πόλη της Βηθλεέμ είναι ένα γιαπί. Σκαμένοι δρόμοι, σπασμένα τζάμια σε παράγκες που κάποτε ήταν μαγαζιά. Καμία σχέση με ό,τι έχουν δει τα μάτια μας ελάχιστα χιλιόμετρα πιο πέρα. Επιστρέφουμε στο μπλόκο. Ωριαίος έλεγχος. Αν μπορούσαν να διαλύσουν και το ταξί που μας μετέφερε θα το έκαναν. - Μα πριν από μιάμιση ώρα μπήκαμε, μέχρι και τις φάτσες μας πρέπει να θυμάστε. Μάταιος κόπος. Καμιά απάντηση. Η Γκαμπριέλ είναι η συνοδός μας από το Ινστιτούτο. Απολαμβάνει την ταλαιπωρία μου και το διαρκές μουρμουρητό μου. - Άλλη φορά λιγότερη ηλιοθεραπεία πριν μας έρθεις, γελάει στα Αγγλικά. Κλασική φυσιογνωμία η Γκαμπριέλ. Μακρύ πρόσωπο που ταιριάζει καταπληκτικά με τα μακριά κατάμαυρα μαλλιά της που γνωρίζει πως να τα ανεμίζει πέρα δώθε ώστε να συγκεντρώνει όλα τα βλέμματα πάνω της. Εκπέμπει έντονη γοητεία ανακατεμένη με το παράξενα ευχάριστο άρωμά της. Ακόμα κι ο ιδρώτας της μοσχοβολούσε...Πάντως έχει το χαρακτηριστικό ανήσυχο βλέμμα των Ισραηλινών. - Ο Εβραίος έχει καταπιεί περισκόπιο, μου λέει. Έτσι μας έχουν μάθει Τζιμ. Έχουμε μάθει να παρατηρούμε κάθε φυσιογνωμία όταν μπαίνουμε σε έναν χώρο με πολυκοσμία. Έτσι ξέρουμε αν περιμένουμε από σένα μυστήριε Έλληνα, το καλύτερο ή το χειρότερο. - Κι αν περιμένετε το χειρότερο ; - Τόσο το χειρότερο για σένα, γελάει και μου δείχνει μια περίπολο που με πολιτικά ελέγχει την κίνηση στον κατάμεστο πεζόδρομο. - Μα, καλά σήμερα όλα δείχνουν πως οδεύουμε σε λύση του προβλήματος με τους Παλαιστίνιους (1999) με τον Εχούντ Μπάρακ στην κυβέρνησή σας. ....βιάζεται να αλλάξει κουβέντα... Η μία νύχτα μας βρήκε στο Τελ - Αβίβ. Ο χαμός. Τεράστια κλαμπ και κόσμος που χόρευε με την ψυχή του λες και δε θα ξημέρωνε άλλη μέρα. Αυτή η εικόνα δε με ξένιζε. Αν και η ξενάγηση στις εγκαταστάσεις του Ινστιτούτου ήταν πολύωρη (αλλά άκρως ενδιαφέρουσα) γρήγορα έμπαινε κανείς στον αχαλίνωτο ρυθμό ακόμη κι αν τον είχε πατήσει οδοστρωτήρας λίγο πριν..+++ ---> --->....η βόλτα στην παλιά πόλη της Ιερουσαλήμ (εντός των τειχών) σε μεταφέρει ακόμη σε διαφορετικές εποχές. Περνώντας από τον ισραηλινό στον μουσουλμανικό ή αρμενικό τομέα είναι αισθητή η αλλαγή στις εικόνες και στις μυρωδιές. Διαρκώς χάνεσαι και ξαναβρίσκεσαι καθώς περιπλανιέσαι στα στενά καλντερίμια όπου ακούς όλες τις γλώσσες του κόσμου...swedish dentist...ελληνικές λιχουδιές...turkish tobacco store...
Στο τείχος των δακρύων κάποιοι φανατικοί εβραίοι με τα χαρακτηριστικά καπέλα και τις κοτσίδες διαβάζουν φωναχτά κάποια λόγια μέσα από κατσιασμένα βιβλιαράκια με δερμάτινη επένδυση...στο χώρο του μνημείου σου κάνουν έντονη παρατήρηση αν γυρίσεις την πλάτη σου προς το τείχος...πρέπει να εξέλθεις με την όπισθεν. Πάλι τα ίδια. Μπαίνω στο μουσουλμανικό τομέα χωρίς να γυρίσει να με κοιτάξει κανείς. Βγαίνω από αυτόν δεχόμενος εξονυχιστικό έλεγχο. Στη θέα του ελληνικού διαβατηρίου μου, ο φρουρός μου λέει με νόημα : ...εσείς ξέρετε από διαχωριστικές γραμμές, όπως στην Κύπρο... Η νύχτα στην Ιερουσαλήμ ουδεμία σχέση έχει με εκείνη του Τελ - Αβίβ. Ο κεντρικός πεζόδρομος είναι γεμάτος καθιστάδικα και εντύπωση μου κάνουν τα παιδιά ηλικίας το πολύ μέχρι 16 ετών που φορούν από δυο ζωστήρες με σφαίρες και αυτόματα όπλα στο χέρι....μα κανείς δε ξαφνιάζεται, μόνον εγώ ! Μάλιστα κάποια από αυτά πειράζονται μεταξύ τους χρησιμοποιώντας τα όπλα ως σπαθιά για ένα είδος ξιφομαχίας. Σα να μη συμβαίνει τίποτα. Δίπλα εγώ απολαμβάνω τη μπύρα μου, εσύ μου λες ένα καλό ανέκδοτο και ο φίλος σου δίνει την παραγγελία του για κρύο πιάτο στην πικάντικη Γαλλιδούλα σερβιτόρα....Λείπει και η Γκαμπριέλ να μου εξηγήσει... Τα μπαράκια είναι μαζεμένα ανά δεκάδες, έχουν τρέλα με το καραόκε.Κάθε τέταρτο η μουσική κλείνει απότομα γιατί κάποιος αλαφιασμένος που μπαίνει με ένα περίστροφο στη ζώνη του φωνάζει κάτι στη γλώσσα του....και όλοι ακούμε σιωπηλοί...και ξανά από την αρχή, μουσική, γέλια.... Αν αυτή είναι η ειρήνη τους, άραγε πως να είναι ο πόλεμός τους, σκέφτηκα. Τον τελευταίο χρόνο παίρνω την απάντηση. Όπως και σεις. ...πρωί - πρωί έχω ραντεβού με τον Παλαιστίνιο ταξιτζή που μας γυρνούσε την προηγούμενη μέρα, ώστε να πάω στο Μπεν Γκχουριόν, το αεροδρόμιο του Τελ - Αβίβ. - Τι ώρα είναι η πτήση αύριο το πρωί ; με ρωτούσε χθες. - Στις 10. - Άρα θα περάσω να σας πάρω κατά τις 7 το πρωί - Στις 7 !!! μα το Τελ - Αβίβ είναι μισή ώρα δρόμος μακριά. - Πρέπει να βρίσκεστε τουλάχιστον 2 -2:30 ώρες πριν την ώρα αναχώρησης στο αεροδρόμιο. -Γιατί ; -έλεγχος.... Από την πόρτα του ταξί μέχρι την πόρτα του αεροπλάνου πέρασα από 6 check points...ποιος είμαι, τι είμαι, γιατί είμαι, ποιον συνάντησα, γραπτή δήλωση, η φωτογραφία του διαβατηρίου δε μου μοιάζει.....και....και...και.... ....αναφέρω στον Μπάζιλ (χριστιανός είναι) για τα παιδιά που οπλοφορούν όλη τη νύχτα στην πόλη. Κάνει πως δεν ακούει και μου λέει ότι θα έρθει την ερχόμενη άνοιξη στην Αθήνα με τη γυναίκα του. ....επιμένω. - Δεν είδες καλά, μου λέει, μη σηκώνοντας άλλη κουβέντα. __________________ beware of the dog - archer
__________________ May 25 what's the final position for Greece, anyway?Eurovision 2008
# 1 Russia's choreograph .... Fokas Evangelinos , Greek
# 2 Ukraine's choreograph ... Fokas Evangelinos , Greek .... producer of the song ..... another Greek
# 3 Greece's Singer and the team .... all Greeks and an Albanian Dancer, Juliano :)
Well Done , Kalomoira! You're a great kid ! Thank you !
May 22 Song Contest ???Eurovision 2008 , Song Contest (?)
This is not a song Contest
It's a Beauty Contest
...........
So far
The most beautiful face .......... Armenia and Ukraine
The most lively personality ........Greece
Hard to vote for best legs ............. Czech, Sweden,Belarus group, Ukraine,
Hard to choose the best bustline ... The female Pirate of Latvia,Ukraine
Best solarium ............ everyone of the participants
Best package ................. Ukraine
No much of songs , you may 'mute' your TV set or play your favourite music while viewing and have a nice time during the Contest.
Miss Eurovision 2008 ....... Miss Ukraine
note: Miss Czech didn't make it as they have been promoted to participate for Playmates' Contest of the Eurovision May 10 Do you get your ZZZZZZs properly ?Getting your Zzzzs helps you learn from your mistakes
It appears that too little sleep can take a big toll on the part of your brain that's wired to help you learn from mistakes.
Mind Meltdown
Brain scans of sleep-deprived people performing gambling tasks showed something quite revealing: The orbitofrontal cortex, an area that aids in learning from a loss or a bad decision, was less active.
Researchers suspect that poor sleep, besides prompting risky behaviors, hinders the brain's ability to process emotions, such as regret.
The result?
You're less likely to think about the consequences of a decision
If you're a bad learner , sleep , sleep well
sleep over your mistakes
I found this interesting tip on "Real age" tips and more
May 04 No More Lies - Iron MaidenWatch and listen to the pilot ... on (solid ground) stage (pause the media player next to the blog entry in order to listen to the pilot properly) Quote YouTube - No More Lies - Iron Maiden April 30 Ed Force Oneand Mr.Bruce Dickinson Iron Maiden , better than ever Up the Irons! Quote
April 25 La PietàThere have been many ways to express the ultimate pain
Here are just a few that I know
and the supreme poetry of the hymns of the Orthodoxe Church
1499 - Michelangelo Buonaroti of Florence created this
in his 20s
La Pietà , Sculpture in St. Peter's Church of Rome
Salvador Dali ............La Pietà
Black Madonna
La Pietà nera , Lithograph on paper , 1974-75
La Pietà 1982
Pietà 1982
Pietà 1983
Pietà ii
Pietà
Vincent Van Gogh Pieta
Sandro Botticelli , Pietà
Tintoretto , Pietà
April 24 The Last Supper ThursdayThe Last Supper story on the Last Supper day Leonardo Da Vinci , in order to paint his famous 'Last Supper' painting had gone through hundreds and hundreds of faces of young men. Looking for his 'Jesus' face,looking for a face and personality unaffected by sin , he finally chose a 19 year old young man and for 6 months , Da Vinci worked on this Jesus face for his painting. Six years later, the fresco painting was still unfinished as Leonardo had some serious difficulty to find a living face for Judas.In the meantime he carefully had chosen all the other faces of the Apostoles, according personality and appearance traits. So he turned to prisoners of that time to choose the face of the one who betrayed Jesus. Having studied and viewed hundreds of prisoners's faces , he finally found the 'Judas' face he required. He was a murderer , sentenced to death, in a Rome's prison. Da Vinci got a special permission to have the prisoner transferred to Milan , where the fresco was being painted. For six months and at certain many hours every day , the prisoner was sitting in front of Da Vinci. When the painter finished his work asked the guards to take the prisoner away. He was through with him. As the prisoner heard Leonardo saying so, burst out crying and asking Da Vinci. " Oh Da Vinci, look at me! Don't you know who I am? " "No, Da Vinci said looking at him with his extremelly trained eyes. I've never seen you before in my life until you were brought to me from the prison." " Oh Da Vinci, Look at me again! I'm the same man you painted seven years ago as the figure of Christ" Have you got overemotional? The story measures your faith. For those who seek answers there are two options There's no evidence that Leonardo used the same model for both figures and those who claim so base their truth on the fact that the story overestimates the time it took Leonardo to finish "The Last Supper". And ... There's no evidence that Leonardo used two different models for the two figures. I vote for the tradition because it makes us think while the other option doesn't include not even a tiny 'eureka' and offers nothing Leonardo Da Vinci was a genius , a Homo Universalis, who mastered the arts and sciences. He used to enjoy playing tricks with people's minds. Never answered various comments or accusations about himself or his work, not accepting , not rejecting.
Another Last Supper , basically spiritual, gets no help from stories to raise contradictions as the artist is a contradiction himself and his work by all definitions. The Sacrament of the Last Supper ... Salvador Dali April 22 Μεγάλη ΤρίτηΣήμερα ψάλλεται το υπέροχο τροπάριο της Κασσιανής
... η εν πολλαίς αμαρτίαις περιπεσούσα γυνή ...
αλλά δεν το έχω April 20 April 21st, 1967It was then when US decided that for our own good we deserve a military dictatorship to be established in Greece.
The architect of the shame, Henry Kisinger, of junta in Greece and lots of other 'goods' for Cyprus, Makarios and the tension of the conflict between Greece and Turkey that , while junta was in Greece , Turkey invaded Cyprus and still occypy the nothern part of the island ...
Over 40 years since then , the information is availiable to anyone even from their own desks , via their computers with a little help of their favourite search engine. They only have to search for Henry Kisinger's work. I think that this monster was awarded a Nobel Prize or something for these-or other- and when the shame and the evil became so evident , the 'good ones' put him through a trial ... to keep some balance and cheat the world.
I mean who can ever believe that it was only one man's plan?
I really don't want to talk about it and I avoid references and reports on this subject and the black anniversary of junta .
In Greece there have been political prisons, torture till severe damage on human physical and mental health, people turned to vegetables after torture, executions under the explanation of 'suicide' in prisons and military headquarters .... exile on desert islands, so much pain and terror . A person in uniform by then meant that they had civilians' lives at their free desposition anytime anywhere ... even if they decided to shoot them dead with no reason. Although they preferred to take them to their premises and enjoy the process more.
No parliament , no politics, no freedom in life, in information, in studies , in universities, in doing things , all censored as found dangerous for junta.
Most of our democratic politicians , artists and intellectual found a new home in France , a country that welcomed them and offer them a lot , particularly fresh free air to prosper and wait ... acknoledging their value. There have been other countries as well that offered shelter to Greeks who run away to avoid imprisoning due to their ideas and beliefs.
My family was one of the most ones that stayed home , silently. There was the time that the only literature I could find in bookstores was Jules Vernes novels. I've read everything he's written for at least a couple of times.
Dictatorship ended in 7 years .... but I've never been able to catch up with books till then.
That was the time with the most free time and reading skills available.
Later on there were reading skills but no free time.
April 17 Archer from the North (προφανώς το θέμα είναι παρμένο από ένα video clip story που δε θυμάμαι τον τίτλο του τραγουδιού. Όμως ο φίλος το έφτιαξε τόσο ωραίο σε ένα άλλο είδος διήγησης, ίσως το δυσκολότερο, αυτό με τις λέξεις! )
Πεζόδρομος της Ερμού, στο πολυλογάδικο στόμα της πλατείας Συντάγματος...παντομίμες, νότες, κόσμος σε πασχαλινό αγοραστικό οργασμό. Γερμανικά, γαλλικά, αγγλικά .
Στην προσωπική της γωνιά στέκεται όρθια μια νεαρή γυναίκα, η Βερόνικα με βλέμμα έντονα ανυπόμονο και κοιτάζει με μαθηματικά επαναλαμβανόμενο τρόπο το ρολόι της, τα δεξιά και τα αριστερά κύματα της ανθρωποθάλασσας που την εξετάζει ως περίεργο φρούτο. Είναι περίεργο φρούτο γιατί κρατάει μια τεραστίων διαστάσεων καρδιά ντυμένη σε κατακόκκινο βελούδο. Με πολύ κόπο καταφέρνει να τη συγκρατήσει σε όρθια θέση. Είναι αδύνατον να την κλείσει μέσα στην αγκαλιά της.
Η ώρα κυλάει. Πότε έχουν περάσει κιόλας 3 ώρες ; *Ένα ακόμη ραντεβού που έμεινε γλυκιά σκέψη μπροστά σε έναν γυναικείο καθρέφτη με κραγιόν, κρέμες, μάσκαρα...
Είναι μάταιο να περιμένει κι άλλο τον Αλέξη. Τα ίδια κάθε μέρα. Ο ίδιος μπάσταρδος τη στήνει με διαφορετικό όνομα. Στέλιος, Δημήτρης, Κώστας, Κώστας, Μικέλε... Η τεράστια καρδιά της έχει αρχίσει να μικραίνει. Είναι ακόμη δυσβάσταχτο το βάρος της όμως τουλάχιστον τώρα χωράει, δύσκολα έστω, μέσα στη μικρή αγκαλιά της. Τα σπινθηροβόλα μάτια της έχουν σχηματίσει ένα σκοτεινό βλέμμα σαν αυτό που έχω κάθε φορά που θέλω να σας κρύψω κάτι. Η μεγάλη καρδιά ενοχλεί. Δεν την αφήνουν οι ταξιτζήδες να τη φορτώσει στη σχάρα, όσο για το πορτ μπαγκαζ, ούτε λόγος. Είναι πολύ μεγάλων διαστάσεων για να χωρέσει. Ακόμη. Με χίλια ζόρια και αφού έχει γίνει ο περίγελος όλων καταφέρνει να την κατεβάσει στο σταθμό του μετρό στο Σύνταγμα. Φτάνει στην Εθνική Άμυνα. Η καρδιά έχει πάρει πλέον υποφερτές διαστάσεις. Μοιάζει πια με μια μεγάλη κούκλα που ετοιμάζεται με λαχτάρα να κάνει δώρο η νονά στο βαφτιστήρι της. Έχει σκοτεινιάσει για τα καλά. Παίρνει παραμάσχαλα την κατακόκκινη καρδιά της και με κατακόκκινα μάγουλα μπαίνει σε ένα ταξί διπλοκούρσα. Ο ταξιτζής είναι ένα ανοιχτό βιβλίο που ξεφυλλίζεται αυτόματα. Μιλάει για Ιταλιδούλες που γουστάρει, τον γουστάρουν...για τη γυναίκα του, την τεσσεράμισι ετών κορούλα του, την ευτυχία, τον έρωτα, τις ανάγκες...σαλτάρει και μαζί του σαλτάρει και η Βερόνικα...Γλυφάδα...ακουμπισμένη σε ένα στύλο της ΔΕΗ σιγοτραγουδά στο ρυθμό του μονότονου ήχου που βγάζει το ρεύμα από τα ηλεκτροφόρα σύρματα. Η κατακόκκινη καρδιά της αναπαύεται σαν εκκεντρικό τσαντάκι μέσα στις παλάμες της πια...Περνάει εκείνος !! - Τι κάνεις εδώ στις 11 το βράδυ ; - Κάνω πως δεν καταλαβαίνω. Είμαι μια νυχτοπεταλούδα παγιδευμένη από τη μαγεία της λάμπας. - Αυτό που κρατάς είναι η καρδιά σου ; - Ναι σου αρέσει ; - Πολύ ομόρφη...θα ήθελες να πάμε για ένα ποτό ; - Πάρα πολύ ! *Είσαι ο Αλέξης ; - Είμαι όποιος θέλεις, έχω πολλά ονόματα, απαντά γελώντας. Πρώτο ποτό, δεύτερο, λόγια...λόγια...πόσο μοιάζουμε...πόσο πολύ *θέλουμε να μοιάζουμε. Ο Αλέξης είναι ευγένεστατος. Την πηγαίνει στο σπίτι. Είναι κύριος. Επιτέλους ένα κύριος. Και σήμερα άλλος ένας κύριος. Η Βερόνικα χαμογελά σχεδόν πικρόχολα. Καληνυχτίζονται ανταλλάσσοντας ένα διερευνητικό φιλί. - Να βρεθούμε αύριο, Βερόνικα ; - Αν το θέλεις και συ... Ημίωρο αθηναϊκό συμβούλιο για το που πότε και πως. Τι σύμπτωση ! Όλοι οι Αλέξηδες δίνουν ραντεβού στο ίδιο σημείο της ...Ερμού, την ίδια ώρα!! Η Βερόνικα είναι και σήμερα πανέμορφη. Η καρδιά της κατακόκκινη και πάλι με το ζόρι χωράει στο πεζόδρομο και εμποδίζει τους βιαστικούς να περάσουν. Μουρμουρίζουν με απαίσιες γκριμάτσες...δε την νοιάζει. Ο Αλέξης πλησιάζει. Έχει βάλει τα δυνατά του να αρέσει αν και ξέρει πως την έχει κερδίσει ήδη από την πρώτη στιγμή. Τη σκέφτεται όλη μέρα, δε βλέπει την ώρα να την ξαναδεί...Μόλις στρίβει τη γωνιά βλέπει την τεράστια κατακόκκινη καρδιά της Βερόνικα και την λεπτοκαμωμένη ξανθούλα με τα σπινθηροβόλα μάτια να τον ψάχνει με αγωνία...Ένας τροχονόμος και πλήθος κόσμου γύρω της προσπαθεί να τραβήξει αυτήν την τεράστια καρδιά στην άκρη του πεζοδρομίου για να διευκολύνει την κυκλοφορία...Σούργελο... Ο Αλέξης κάνει μεταβολή, πετάει τα λουλούδια στον κάδο...κατεβάζει το κεφάλι. Είναι αβάσταχτο το βάρος της καρδιάς της Βερόνικα. Τέλος. Η Βερόνικα με βλέμμα έντονα ανυπόμονο κοιτάζει με μαθηματικά επαναλαμβανόμενο τρόπο το ρολόι της, τη δεξιά και την αριστερή πλευρά της ανθρωποθάλασσας που την εξετάζει ως περίεργο φρούτο. Και σήμερα.
Να μου τη φιλήσετε αν την δείτε Archer from the North(γράφει ο φίλος, αντιγράφω εγώ και συμπληρώνω το δικό μου κομμάτι)
Στην αρχή της Μεταφυσικής,
...ο Πλάτωνας κλείνει την πόρτα στο γέλιο και φυσικά αυτό δε μπορεί παρά να το πράττει κραδαίνοντας στην άκρη της γλώσσας του πολλή ειρωνία. τις πιο μεγαλόστομες φιλοσοφικές κουβέντες τις έχω ακούσει στο πατσατζίδικο του...Πλάτωνα, ανάμεσα σε λιπαρές μερίδες ψιλοκομμένης κοιλιάς και...νίλα σκόρδου μπερδεμένης με εκρηκτικά κοκτέιλ από μπούκοβο... ο συμπαθής ολοστρόγγυλος φίλος με το απέριττο όσο και αχανές Βουδίσιο (ή Βουδινό ;) βλέμμα του, μου εξήγησε επιτέλους γιατί το χαμόγελό μου σε καθηγητή/ τρια Φιλοσοφίας, εκλαμβάνονταν πάντα ως χειρονομία ειρωνίας. Και μετά δυό α - θίγγανοι ( ανέγγιχτοι δηλαδή) πλακώθηκαν στο ξύλο, γιατί ο ένας είπε γύφτο τον άλλο.
April 16 Archer from the Northa part from a friend's blog
(not very successful copy of the poem , due to my non-existed german but most of the meaning remains on the page )
Kάθεται μπροστά από το σκονισμένο πιάνο (Klavier). Αν θα ήθελε να παίξει μόνο για μένα, θα μπορούσα να την ακούω για πάντα.
...χορεύουμε αργά στους ρυθμούς, στις νότες του σκονισμένου πιάνου. Έτσι όπως θα αγκαλιαστούμε, όμως, είναι αδύνατο να αποφύγει ο ένας τα αγκάθια του άλλου. Μα δεν κάνουμε ένα βήμα πίσω. Θα μπορούσαμε να αφήσουμε παράμερα τις πανοπλίες μας. Δε μας ταιριάζει. Επιδιώκεις το δάγκωμά μου. Αντέχεις στον πόνο που απλόχερα θα σου χαρίσει ; Επιδιώκω το σπάνιο δηλητήριό σου. Αντέχω στην αγνή αλήθεια που θα κυλήσεις στο αίμα μου ; ------------------------------------------------- *Sie sagen zu mir schliess auf diese ... die Neugier wird zum Schrei was wohl dahinter sei hinter dieser ... steht ein Klavier die Tasten sind staubig die Saiten sind verstimmt hinter dieser... sitzt sie am Klavier doch sie spielt nicht mehr ach das ist so lang her Dort am Klavier lauschte ich ihr und wenn ihr Spiel begann hielt ich den Atem an Sie sagte zu mir ich bleib immer bei dir doch es hatte nur den Schein sie spielte ,,, mich allein ich goss ihr Blut ins Feuer meiner Wut ich verschloss die ... man fragte nach ihr Dort am Klavier lauschte ich ihr und wenn ihr Spiel begann hielt ich den Atem an Dort am Klavier stand ich bei ihr es hatte den Schein sie spielte ,,, mich allein ... ist die ... ei wie sie schreien ich ... die Mutter flehen der Vater ... auf mich ein man ... sie vom Klavier und niemand glaubt mir hier das ich todkrank von Kummer und Gestank Dort am Klavier lauschte ich ihr und wenn ihr Spiel begann hielt ich den Atem an Dort am Klavier lauschte sie mir und als mein Spiel begann hielt sie den Atem an ....ΚLAVIER.... April 12 Hello !Hello !
I've been alone with you inside my mind And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times I sometimes see you pass outside my door Hello, is it me you're looking for? I can see it in your eyes I can see it in your smile You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide 'Cause you know just what to say And you know just what to do And I want to tell you so much, I love you ... I long to see the sunlight in your hair And tell you time and time again how much I care Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow Hello, I've just got to let you know 'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart For I haven't got a clue But let me start by saying, I love you ... Hello, is it me you're looking for? 'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart For I haven't got a clue But let me start by saying ... I love you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDZcqBgCS74&feature=related
April 11 Spring Fever in April4/5/2002 and you wrote ...
Ήρθε η ώρα για την ψυχαλάνυσή σου φίλε μου. Κάτσε κάτω και μη μιλάς, άκουσε, σκέψου, σκέψου καλά και μη βιαστείς να μου απαντήσεις. Την πρώτη φορά αυτό που σου έμεινε ήταν η εκτίμηση και ο θαυμασμός. Άκουγες, διάβαζες αλλά δεν είχες την επαφή, δεν ήξερες τι ήταν αυτό, υποθέσεις έκανες. Την δεύτερη φορά είδες μπρρστά σου κάτι όμορφο, μία ψυχή ταλαιπωρημένη, όσο και να κοίταζες μέσα δεν μπορούσες να δεις τον πάτο. Την τρίτη φορά είπες και άκουσες πολλά, περισσότερα ίσως απ' όσα θα έπρεπε. Και σιγά σιγά ένιωθες κάτι περίεργο, κάτι απροσδιόριστο, κάτι που μάλλον ήξερες τι είναι αλλά δεν τολμούσες να το σκεφτείς παραπάνω. Και την τέταρτη φορά ήρθε για σένα νωρίτερα η Ανάσταση, έτσι στα ξαφνικά, μιά ματιά σα βροχή, μιά τελευταία προσευχή. Το έβλεπες οτι ερχόταν σιγά σιγά, δεν ήσουν όμως σίγουρος. Δεν είναι λογικά πράγματα αυτά και εσύ είχες στηρίξει όλη σου σχεδόν τη ζωή στη λογική. Αισθάνθηκες οτι ψήλωνες σιγά σιγά, έφτανες εύκολα το ταβάνι, πιό ψηλά δεν γινόταν. Όμως κι αυτή ψήλωνε μαζί σου. Τα είχες όλα στη ζωή σου προγραμματισμένα, στην τρίχα, ο χρόνος δούλευε για σένα. Είχες βέβαια και τις αναποδιές σου σε κάτι προσωπικά αλλά δεν σε ένοιαζε ούτως ή άλλως ξεγραμμένα τα είχες, για να μην πω γραμμένα... Είχες βγει από τα δύσκολα κερδισμένος τώρα πιά όλα θα ήταν διαφορετικά. Είχες παλέψει χρόνια από μικρός ήθελες να ξεφύγεις να κάνεις κάτι, να γίνεις κάτι για σένα και όχι για τους άλλους. Και σε ρωτάω λοιπόν φίλε μου. Εσύ που δεν σταμάτησες πουθενά, εσύ που είχες αναποδογυρίσει όποια πέτρα βρήκες μπροστά σου, εσύ που δεν δίστασες καμία στιγμή και για τίποτα, εσύ που δεν έκανες πίσω όποτε ζορίστηκες, για πες μου λοιπόν, τώρα γιατί τρέμουν τα πόδια σου? __________________
Τι γυρεύουμε εμείς μέσα στη νύχτα των άλλων? April 04 April 4, 1968He had a dream ...
"On the evening of April 4, 1968, while standing on the balcony of his motel room in Memphis, Tennessee, where he was to lead a protest march in sympathy with striking garbage workers of that city, he was assassinated."
At the age of 35, pastor M. Luther King, he was the youngest man to have received the Nobel Peace Prize
Combined Christianity ideals with civil rights , eager to work for the realisation of this combination
Was he a dreamer after all ?
Presidents who prosper are those who mostly work wars.
I'm not in any position to judge his work , I woud lie if I said he meant anything special for me , my life, my past , my present and my future
But it gets on my nerves to see a project violently interrupted. A life at a productive peak to be stopped by a bullet of silly hotheaded ones.
An empty headed one to win over a full brained one, knocked out.
Evil wins over good
and
It feels like a power block out at the movies just when the movie started getting interesting.
I will never learn if the film was a good one, an average one or
the all-Oscar winnner.
April 02 April Fools' DayApril Fools' Day: Origin and HistoryThe uncertain origins of a foolish day from my favourite link that answers all my questions but one
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