...και πινω μπυρες

αληθεια...

lets just go from place to place

 

Clam of Xymox  ''Stranger''

No one feeling

we are stranger

when I looked into your eyes

when I looked into your eyes

stranger

the thought to talk

they walk the talk

so lets just go from place to place

and as long as we don't talk from face to face

the stranger

stranger

stranger

this time is not anything, it's nothing

Lycia ''Ionia''

From Album: Ionia (1991)

Ionia

deep in this haze, I see her face

she creeps to me, she begs for me

I can not go, not this again

I'm much too weak, I'm conquered

and then I feel myself decline

in the grip of ionia

and then I see myself resign

to the lust for Ionia

and then she takes me down, down, down

and then she keeps me down, down, down

and then she speaks of love, love, love

love, love as misery (as I lose control)

she clings to me, she won't let go

and then she takes this all away

she's tainted me, I'm nothing now

I'm so obscure, I'm conquered

and then I feel myself decline

in the grip of Ionia

and then I see myself resign

to the lust for Ionia

of Ionia, oh Ionia, oh Ionia, oh Ionia

this time is not anything, it's nothing

oh Ionia I swear, that you will haunt me

and I'll never know why I resign all the time

and I reach straight for nothing

oh Ionia I swear, in an instant you're lonely

and just like all the time you will throw this aside

and you'll move on to nothing

oh Ionia I see, through the haze she is fading

oh Ionia I see, as I lose control again 

the beauty of being alive

Inga Duncan Thornell had a double mastectomy and this is her way of showing the beauty of being alive.

''Fucking bad ass''

“What are you gonna look like when you’re 60 with all those tattoos?” 

“Fucking bad ass!!”

Ο μικρός Κθούλου

από τον Γιώργο Τσούκη

διαβαστε και τα 3 τεύχη εδώ

painter

 by Slawek Gruca

my favorite sad story

Rozz Williams - Flowers

 This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of
sometimes I just can't face myself
This is my favorite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
you know it's been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Well a stem is not a rose,
but that's how my garden grows.
I can't see the forest for the trees,
the stinking poison for disease
Now it's all shot to hell and back again.
I seek redemption for the
same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they
they will just fade away.
But fields of poppies they remain.
That's how they found me last time, dead

This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of,
sometimes I just won't face myself.
This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself
I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight
you know its been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower,
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown,
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Irises lay in spring mud,
where lovers drown each other's sorrows,
Where lovers dream about tomorrows.
As for me I drown another kind as
sadness runs course through my veins.
Posie wreaths they crown me.
My heart, My heart
I should just fade away, fade away
Like a flower...

give me this day

Give me this day...

I have the faith

(...this day)

is this love ?

(...this day)

(...this day)

hold my hand

(...this day)

bleed for me

give me...this day

(...this day)

Give me this day...

I have the faith

is this love ?

hold my hand

bleed for me

(this day)

give me... this day

Mυστικά

Pink Floyd - A Saucerful of Secrets

 ''A Saucerful of Secrets is, according to bass player Roger Waters, about a battle. The first part, "Something Else", represents the setup of the battle. "Syncopated Pandemonium" represents the actual battle. "Storm Signal" represents the view of the dead after the battle has ended, and "Celestial Voices" represents the mourning of the dead.''

πριν γίνουμε σοφοί και δυστυχισμένοι

''Δεν υπάρχουν πολλοί που να έχουν συνειδητοποιήσει ότι οι ιστορίες και τα οράματα της νιότης τους μπορούν να τους οδηγήσουν στο θαύμα. Σαν παιδιά ακούμε, ονειρευόμαστε και κάνουμε συγκεχυμένες σκέψεις, όταν όμως, μεγάλοι πια, προσπαθήσουμε να ξαναθυμηθούμε, είναι αργά. Το δηλητήριο και η πεζότητα της καθημερινής ζωής μας έχουν αποχαυνώσει. Μερικοί από μας ωστόσο ξυπνούν τη νύχτα από παράξενα οράματα.

Και τότε καταλαβαίνουμε οτι ρίξαμε μια ματιά πέρα από τις φιλντισένιες πύλες, στο θαυμαστό κόσμο που ήταν δικός μας πριν γίνουμε σοφοί και δυστυχισμένοι''

H.P.Lovecraft ''Σελεφαϊς''

I discovered this cell as a child

Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows - ''The Goat''

There is an old goat
Knocking at my window-pane,
Standing upright in a frock-coat,
Somewhat earthcoloured and plain.

He is staring down at me
And the place where i have chosen to hide
In my futile attempt to dissolve... -
I discovered this cell as a child.

There is a medicine-case, he calls "being",
Which the goat carries under his arm.
He says, if i only allow him to enter
I shall never come to any harm.

He is giving quite an importance
To his frightening and urgent concern,
He says: "i have come to be your transformer... -
I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."

He says that this house will soon crumble
And that i am going to suffer as it falls.
He says: "let me in now and i'll be your saviour... -
I'm your healer with hooves and horns!"

η αίσθηση της ηθικής

 'Mην προσβάλλεις τα ζώα χρησιμοποιόντας απερίσκεπτα κάποιες λέξεις. Δεν τους αξίζει τέτοια αντιμετώπιση. Αλλά έτσι είναι η ράτσα σας. Συνεχώς ψεύδεστε κι επικαλείστε αρετές που δεν έχετε και που πάντα αρνείστε οτι τις έχουν τα ζώα. Κανένα ζώο δε φέρεται σκληρά. Αυτό είναι μονοπώλειο εκείνων που έχουν την αίσθηση της ηθικής. 'Οταν κάποιο ζώο προκαλέσει πόνο, το κάνει αθώα, δεν είναι κακό, γιατί για το ζώο δεν υπάρχει καλό και κακό. Ούτε προκαλέι πόνο μόνο και μόνο για να ευχαριστηθεί. Αυτό το κάνει μόνο ο άνθρωπος, εμπνευσμένος από τη μπάσταρδη την αίσθηση της ηθικής που τον βοηθά να ξεχωρίσει το καλό από το κακό και ελεύθερα να επιλέξει. Τι κερδίζει λοιπόν από αυτό; Πάντα κάνει την επιλογή του και εννιά στις δέκα φορές διαλέγει το κακό.'

Mark Twain '' Ο μυστηριώδης ξένος''

all your books are in here

The Sandman: The Kindly Ones

our choices

Neil Gaiman 'The Sandman - Season of Mists'

''We do what we must, Lucien.
Sometimes we can choose the path we follow.
Sometimes our choices are made for us.
And sometimes we have no choice at all''.

the thinker of tender thoughts

by silverstine

until the world stopped turning

 

''A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning… ''
Pan’s Labyrinth.

μην αγοραζεις τον φιλο σου

made by Arixco

γκεγκε?

our dreams are where the poets go

να ειναι καλα ο κουνελος που μου το θυμησε στην εκπομπαρα του!

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

The photograph child
holds her head in shame
While the Crystal Wilde
fears a statue with no name

The velvet touch
of the warmest mystery
Is where our kind
welcomes serenity

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

Your eyes are shut
to the world that we hold dear
You mock the way we paint ourselves
You mock our Theatre tears

We bow in love
I know the Angels smile
Drinking on emotion
Lighting altar fires

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh, we will be
Passionate, delicate
Oh we can see
all that God has given
It's surreal

The photograph child
holds her head in shame
While the Crystal Wilde
fears a statue with no name

Oh, we are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh, we will be
Passionate, delicate
Oh, we can see
all that God has given
It's surreal

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

The dark romantics
Step away, oh
Step away from me