Nine Days In Dubai

I 'm going where you were. I wonder if it would be better if we flied there together. I have so many things to tell you. Yes, I will do someday (at least I want it). I hope you don't get lost. Of course I won't let you. I will have a nice time and I hope we discuss it some day. Thank you for the tips. I will have you in mind. I just cross my fingers not to meet your ghost. Where there is sea, you can have as many tears as you want...

Πληγή

...πως θα 'θελα απόψε
να ορίζω εγώ τις σκέψεις
τις πράξεις και τις λέξεις
να δίνω απαντήσεις
απ' το δικό σου στόμα
και όλες να μου λένε
πως μ' αγαπάς ακόμα...

Arrow Escape

I know he is coming minus the arrow he had for me.
I never thought being intact could cause insecurity.
I am sure it is just an illusion.
Loneliness is my only friend even if we don't love each other everyday.
Get away you little pink bastard.
Remember next year you bring an arrow more or you may not find me on your way again...

Running Out Of Time

Time heals everything.
I just don't know if there is enough time...

Alone 4 Years

You can think of me
But you can’t love me
You can laugh at me
But you can’t feel me
You can talk of me
But you can’t meet me
You can remember me
But you can’t kiss me
You can have everything now
But you can’t give me what I want.

Are 4 years too many?
How should I fool myself?
I have been shooting him for more than 1000 days.
And I still can't kill him...

Σπούκι

Δεν ξέρω γιατί αλλά σήμερα το πρωί μου είχε κολλήσει η "Νάουσα". Χωρίς λόγο. Σκεφτόμουν γιατί δεν διαφημίζεται, γιατί δεν ακούγεται όσο η Έδεσσα ας πούμε, τι έχει ακριβώς η πόλη αυτή. Το μόνο που ερχόταν στο νου ήταν ο Βασίλης Τσάρτας...
Ετοιμάστηκα, έφυγα για δουλειά, μπήκα στο αυτοκίνητο, άναψα το ραδιόφωνο, έβαλα ειδήσεις (αθλητικές). Σε λίγα δευτερόλεπτα ακούστηκε: "Έχασε τη μάχη με τη ζωή ο (...) που είχε συνδέσει το όνομά του με την άνοδο της Νάουσας στα σαλόνια της Ά Εθνικής".
Προβληματίστηκα... Απλή σύμπτωση μάλλον...

Safe And Beautiful When Hidden

It is amazing how safe you feel behind a nickname,
it is pathetic how much you pretend when you are behind a screen,
it is ironic how easily you dare when you press buttons.
I still wonder if you could be like this in your real life.
Have you ever thought that I may be your brother?
Tell me, how many real friends of yours know that you have a blog?
I guess I already know the answer...