"I am on a journey... With my work, my explorations, and a few sad stories. I travel with a suitcase full of outrageous blessings. I am on a quest for truth, beauty, and quiet joy. I am an artist, a writer, an explorer."

Friday, 3 March 2017

Η ζωή ξέρει

Για όλους εσάς που απόψε κοιμάστε by Παναγιώτης Καλαντζόπουλος

Έτσι κι αλλιώς τα πράματα θα κυλήσουν όπως θέλουν αυτά. 
Η ζωή ξέρει. 
Κι εγώ την εμπιστεύομαι.

Monday, 20 February 2017

Nothing Else

Nothing Else by Archive

And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
but we've gotta reach...

A place where the feast never ends,
when the music celebrates,
in a time when darkness belongs
to night skies and
nothing else, no,
nothing else.

Saturday, 7 January 2017

Change your heart

Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime by The Korgis

Change your heart
Look around you
Change your heart
It will astound you

I need your lovin' like the sunshine

Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Monday, 19 December 2016

Love Poem #137

Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

I will wake you up early
even though I know you like to stay through the credits.

I will leave pennies in your pockets,
postage stamps of superheros
in between the pages of your books,
sugar packets on your kitchen counter.
I will Hansel and Gretel you home.

I talk through movies.
Even ones I have never seen before.

I will love you with too many commas,
but never any asterisks.

There will be more sweat than you are used to.
More skin. More words than are necessary.

My hair in the shower drain,
my smell on your sweaters,
bobby pins all over the window sills.

I make the best sandwiches you’ve ever tasted.
You’ll be in charge of napkins.

I can’t do a pull-up.
But I’m great at excuses.

I count broken umbrellas after every thunderstorm,
and I fall asleep repeating the words thank you.

I will wake you up early
with my heavy heartbeat.
You will say, Can’t we just sleep in, and I will say,
No, trust me. You don’t want to miss a thing.
~ Sarah Kay

Monday, 12 December 2016

You Learn

Corynorhinus by Hans Zimmer

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.
~ Jorge Luis Borges