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ή με αλλα λογια , πως μπορει ενα τιποτα να προκαλεσει τα παντα μεσα στην εδρα τους και στο πρωτο ημιχρονο να προηγειται στο σκορ .................

ποιος ειναι αυτος που δεν λαχταρησε να πιει απο το ποτηρι της αμαρτιας ? .....

οταν ο ποθος σου χαριζεται σαν δροσερο νερο σε οδοιπορο της ερημου , γεματος αθωοτητα και αδειος απο αμφιβολια ... πως μπορεις να τον δεις σαν αμαρτια ?

 

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(Τη σκότωσε και την έκλαψε. Την έκλαψε γιατί μπορούσε να την σκοτώσει καλύτερα...)

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Υπέροχο!

But whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do...
angel or devil, I don't care
for in front of that door...
there is you.​

 

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The Undercover Man

Here at the glass -
all the usual problems, all the habitual farce.
You ask, in uncertain voice,
what you should do,
as if there were a choice but to carry on
miming the song
and hope that it all works out right.

Tonight it all seems so strange -
my spirit feels rigid, my body deranged;
still that's only from one point of view
and we can't have illusion between me and you,
my constant friend, ever close at hand -
you and the undercover man.

I reflect:
'It's very strange to be going through this change
with no idea of what it's all been about
except in the context of time....'
Oh, but I shirk it, I've half a mind not to work it all out.
Is this madness just the recurring wave of total emotion,
or a hide for the undercover man,
or a litany - all the signs are there of fervent devotion -
or the cracking of the dam?

It's cracked; smashed and bursting over you,
there was no reason to expect such disaster.
Now, panicking, you burst for air,
drowning, you know you care
for nothing and no-one but yourself
and would deny even this hand
which stretches out towards you to help.
But would I leave you in this moment of your trial?
Is it my fault that I'm here to see you crying?
These phantom figures all around you should have told you,
you should have found out by now,
if you hadn't gone and tried to do it all by yourself.

Even now we are not lost:
if you look out at the night
you'll see the colours and the lights
seem to say people are not far away,
at least in distance,
and it's only our own dumb resistance
that's making us stay.
When the madness comes
let it flood on down and over me sweetly,
let it drown the parts of me weak and blessed and damned,
let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely,
let it be who I am.

There may not be time for us all to run in tandem together -
the horizon calls with its parallel lines.
It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way forever
and yet you still have time,
you still have time.

 

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Aquarian


Now we sit here in our special place,
all wearing our happy faces gladly.
Sunlight appears in our world, our joy
has been turned from badness.
Now we've moved from love to love
and it's easier that way.
We are riding on rainbows
and happy today.
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
joking a lot, smoking or not,
floating our yacht off to freedom,
voting to be Aquarian!

I hold silver flashing metal in the palm
of my petal hand, watching it quiver:
to breathe too close is death -
ah, but what is breath but a way to deliverance?
Soon we will all be joined
in our great silver tube,
wanting every one to come along,
that means you too!
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
mapping the way, clapping to say
we're happy today, and assured of
the fact that we're all Aquarian!

Hardly any money... who needs bread anyway?
Well, I mean to say, it's just a road to freedom!
Everything's too funny; we just ride along so high,
watch the bad scenes floating by, who needs them?
Soon we will all be joined
in our great silver tube,
wanting every one to come along,
that means you too!
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
Lighting the path, righting the past,
fighting the dark like centurions,
writing our names as Aquarians!

Writing our names as we move to the sun,
we're Aquarians.

 

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