Μίλα μου για έρωτα, μίλα μου για αγάπη...

White Oleander (2002)

 

 

Αφιερωμένο σε μια ανήσυχη, απογοητευμένη, ατίθαση ψυχή .... που σημάδεψε το παρελθόν μου ★

Είναι τόσο παράξενο
Σˊ αγαπώ πολύ και σε μισώ μαζί
Το ίδιο νιώθεις είμαι σίγουρος κι εσύ
Ξέρω το θες και τˊ αποδεχεσαι αυτό
Κι είναι για μένα αρκετό
Το να με ψάχνεις και νˊ αδιαφορείς
Να προκαλείς μα και νˊ ανησυχείς
Να με ντροπιάζεις και να με θαυμάζεις
Τι φαύλος κύκλος ... γινγκ και γιανγκ ...
Αυτή η εμπειρία είναι το παν !!!
GCHL

 

“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.”

Sarah Kane, Crave

 

 

«Ένα έξυπνο κορίτσι φιλάει αλλά δεν αγαπάει, ακούει αλλά δεν πιστεύει και φεύγει πριν την αφήσουν.»

Μέριλιν

 

Τσέζαρε Παβέζε, Το πρωί γυρίζεις πάντα

Η πρώτη αχτίδα τής αυγής
ανασαίνει με το στόμα σου
στό βάθος των έρημων δρόμων.
Γκρίζο φως τα μάτια σου,
γλυκές σταγόνες της αυγής
πάνω στους σκοτεινούς λόφους.
Το βήμα σου και η αναπνοή σου
πλημμυρίζουν τα σπίτια
σάν τον άνεμο της αυγής.
Η πόλη ριγεί,
ευωδιάζουν οι πέτρες -
είσαι η ζωή, το ξύπνημα.

Άστρο χαμένο
στό φως της αυγής,
ψίθυρος αύρας,
θαλπωρή, ανάσα -
τέλειωσε η νύχτα.

Είσαι το φώς καί το πρωί.

 

I'm moving
I'm coming
Can you hear, what I hear
It's calling you my dear
Out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming not drowning
Swimming closer to you
(Take me to my beach)

 

Σημερα σε θελω περισσοτερο απο χθες ....
και δεν εχεισ ιδεα ποσο σε ηθελα χθες

 

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

 

I love you in the morning by Ivan Donn Carswell

I love you in the morning and at the setting of the sun
And in the hours of darkness before the day's begun
And in my waking solitude to greet the break of dawn
I grant you sleep that extra hour, although you sleep alone.
I love you in the evening and into the night,
I love you and I need you even when we fight.
If loving you were solid gold
I'd be a millionaire, but love is gold enough for me
and money my despair. I wish your life be full of joy,
Of triumphs and acclaim, and when the tumult quietens down
I’ll be here just the same - a kettle on the boil, a fire in the hearth
And warmth throughout our humble home
and loving in my heart.

 

Είσαι απίθανη !!! Μα που το βρήκες !!! Υπέροχο , ταξιδιάρικο, σ' ευχαριστώ !!!  )

 

Ah Margarida,
If I gave you my life,
What would you do with it?
I’d take my earrings out of hock,
Marry a blind man,
And live on a tree-lined block.

But Margarida,
If I gave you my life,
What would your mother say?
(Her mother knows me inside out.)
She’d say you’re a fool,
Without a doubt.

And Margarida,
If I gave you my life
Literally, by dying?
I’d go to your funeral, firmly believing
You’d gone mad
To try to love by not living.

But Margarida,
If this giving of my life to you
Were merely poetry?
In that case, forget it,
The deal’s off,
Because I don’t sell on credit.

[ Dictated by the Naval Engineer
Sr. Álvaro de Campos
in a state of alcoholic
unconsciousness. ]