Friday, December 24, 2010

so is she

And we still decorate clocks,
we grow up inside them
like they wash blackness or even sun away.
while the surface of my thirteen steps is melting
i see your eyes undercovered,
we're so afraid of being caught in sleep
but we still set the same alarms
the same times
the same crossed-fingers
the same bed
we all share the same shame.
So we came into fire tonight
to watch water come back again, rushing.
but it never feels the same
composing a sound so blue.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010


οι οπτικές γωνίες εναλλάσσονται
γιατί είμαστε σαν τους καθρέφτες.
η αλήθεια εκεί, στατικοποιημένη
περιστρεφόμενο είδωλο όμως.
τα ρήματα ουσίας εκλείπουν
γιατί τα επίθετα ταιριάζουν περισσότερο στο στολισμένο κλίμα που θέλεις να δώσεις.
είμαστε αλύγιστες σκιές
και τα μάτια μας σκοντάφτουν πάνω τους, δειλά μα ταυτόχρονα σκληρά.
η σύγκριση δεν επιτρέπεται
γιατί οι σκιές δεν διαθέτουν αποχρωματισμό.
μπερδεύεσαι με τα ονόματα.
τα μάτια μας. ενδίδουν και προσδίδουν λίγο από το φως τους.
και η διαφοροποίηση βρίσκεται ακριβώς στην ποσότητα που θέλεις να δώσεις.

Monday, December 13, 2010


i have a desire and i divide it into two so i can explain it to you.
our power, extreme splashes on the wall.
you may have been closer
but you never know where the edge truly stands.
it doesn't stand apparently
it moves so you can't see.
and there come feelings.
little drops of you are in a world made by a fool.
there are moments.
they share something of me.
there are tastes in cups of tea.
maybe you should see that there's nothing you can't feel.
i have a feeling and i divide it into two so i can give it to you.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The planets bend between us

abandon the lights.
my friends seem happy tonight.
be on alert cause crimes are dangerous in town's nights.
your eyes on fire. they steal some solar grace.
and it's red. painting roads, walls of death. but i'm not afraid. i may love consequences of love.
i may love the way it's becoming blue outside.
your eyes on fire.
we're born to set free in death. in the name of it i'm still under my body.
body beats you. myself against you.
enemies and clocks. we bought some scars and we still collect them all
in illustrations of rain.
your eyes on fire, again.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

of the -x

we become violent and useless rhythms
we'd like to be used by you or her in order to grow up into babies.
these kids are made of chalk.
color variety slip over your mind.
occasionally, they taste all the same,
family unites in death but death tears us apart.
we set free but freedom never feels the same.
we're crazy people
holdin balloons
makin fires
walkin around love
sketchin lines between oceans
drawin women in leather & men undead.
it's amazing how unimportant our words are when it comes to love.
so tell me,
should i pretend i can talk
or should i breathe a little more of you?