Just Walk Beside Me...

Don't walk behind me;
I may not lead.
Don't walk in front of me;
I may not follow.
Just walk beside me
and be my friend.
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Μήν περπατάς πίσω μου,
γιατί μπορεί να μήν σε οδηγήσω.
Μήν περπατάς εμπρός μου,
γιατί μπορεί να μήν σε ακολουθήσω.
Περπάτα δίπλα μου,
και γίνε φίλος μου.

Albert Camus

Fire And Ice

Some say the world
will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.




Robert Frost

Εμείς Kαί Αυτοί - Us And Them

Εμείς,
Εμείς έχουμε
Την χρυσή άμμο τής ερήμου
-είναι δική μας.
Τον Ήλιο τον πυρρό
-ειναι δικός μας.
Την δίψα πού μάς καίει
-είναι δική μας.
Την μελαγχολία τού δειλινού
-είναι δική μας.
Την γαλήνη τού πρωινού
-είναι δική μας.
Την αγάπη,
διασμένη στο στήθος τής μάνας
-είναι δική μας.
Εμείς έχουμε Την Ελπίδα.
Εσείς,
Εσείς τι έχετε;
Τι είναι δικό σας;
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We,
We have
Golden desert sand
-it is ours.
The blazing sun
-it is ours.
Thirst burning us
-it is ours.
Melancholy of the evening
-it is ours.
Serenity of the morning
it is ours.
Love,by mother's tender breast
it is ours.
We have Hope.
You,
What you do have?
What is yours?


Panagiotis Xourafas

Rainbow Eyes

She's been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn't care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you can't defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They've taken down the fair
And all the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

Rainbow

Mεταφορές - Μetaphors

“Metaphors are dangerous.
Love begins with a metaphor.
Which is to say, love begins at the point
when a woman enters her first word
into our poetic memory.”
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"Oι μεταφορές είναι επικίνδυνες.
Ο Έρωτας αρχίζει με μιά μεταφορά.
Δηλαδή,ο Έρωτας αρχίζει στό σημείο εκείνο
που η γυναίκα εισάγει την πρώτη της λέξη,
στήν Ποιητική μας μνήμη."

Milan Kundera

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

Τελειώνει; - Does It End?

Ένα ποίημα δεν τελειώνει ποτέ,
μόνο εγκαταλείπεται.

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A poem is never finished,
only abandoned.

Paul Valéry

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last,
wake me up when September ends

Like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast,
wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

As my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost,
wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last,
wake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began,
wake me up when September ends

Green Day

Ένα Βλέμμα - A Glance

Στό πλακάκι περπατούσες ξυπόλυτη
όμως τα μάτια σου
πράσινοι σκαραβαίοι.
Λοξά μού έγνεψες, απολογητικά
κι' ας είχες θησαυρούς να κρέμονται
απ' τα νωπά μαλλιά.

Η θάλασσα στού Έρωτα τον αργαλειό
σέ ύφανε - εξού κι' η μεταξένια αύρα.
Ένας ποιητής θά λεγε πώς γεννήθηκες
από τα σώψυχα τού πεύκου-
δεν τα πιστεύω αυτά.Απ' την άλλη όμως
το σύμπαν κρύβει μυστήρια πολλά.

Σημασία έχει το άφθαρτο γέλιο σου.
Ολάκερο απόγεμα,το γέλιο σου.
Ολάκερη ζωή,
μιά εικόνα
κι'ας ήταν φαντασία:
Η πλημμυρίδα καί η άμποτι
απ' τό γαλαζιο παρεό σου,
καθώς δειλά προστάζανε
της νιότης σου τα κάλλη.
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You walked barefoot on the slate,
but your eyes
were green scarabs.
Slantingly you nodded,apologetically,
even though you had treasures hanging
down fresh hair.

Sea wove you in Love's weaver
and this explains your silky aura.
A poet would say you were born
inside the very soul of a pine-tree.
Don't believe that.But on the other hand,
Cosmos hides lots of mysteries.

All that matters, your incorruptible laugh.
The whole afternoon your laugh.
Whole life,                                                       
in just a picture,
even though a figment of fantasy:
The tide,coming and going away
from your azure fabric,
as ordered timidly
from the beauty of your youth.

Panagiotis Xourafas

She

She, may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She, may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die

She, may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She...


Elvis Costello