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Πέμπτη, 27 Αυγούστου 2009

Αφορισμός #27



Your heart is where your home is:
Provided you have one.

Τετάρτη, 26 Αυγούστου 2009

CPH



You give everything

For a doubtful completion, an uncertain course

With no armies behind you and no wings on your sides

In a daydream agenda where next to the causes the boxes hunger

for the ticks made of life.

You give everything

For a perfect illusion, for a perfect confusion

That will somehow -anyhow, you don't care

resolve itself

on a day made of roses and laughter and beds.

You give everything

In a total conviction for a bright-coloured future

Also dreamed of already by everyone else

But from which you certainly differ

In your own, identical mortality.

For a postponed forever, you dig down through your veins

Spending years on a treasure hunt that is less than a legend

And in an untaught neurosis, you are chained on a will

That is made of big words and bright letters

For all to read on the marble.

You give everything

For the right things to fight for

For the perfect development

And the beautiful endings

And the well-lived pile of years.

You give everything

For the roads that stretch gleaming and the current in your veins

For all those things that you can conquer, no matter the cost

You give everything, whatever was lent to you

And you considered owned

For all the fiery dreams that you weaved to achieve

In an untought neurosis, you are chained on your will

Made of words that slip through the depleting years

Words you won't even remember

When you'll want every second.

For the pavements of gold and the silverclad seatings

For your god's admiration and the xanadu faith

That someday, somehow, the world will remember

That you made a difference

And stood out as that someone who finally learned

And climbed on top of his life.

For them to remember you until they are gone

For them to recognize you until they are gone

For a deathless "until", you give everything

Everything you can milk from out your fragile years

Everything you can bleed from out your withering corpse

In a relentless automation you sweat halos and fires and wings

And change everything, until the coming of that ruthless Until.

You give Everything

For the hopes of the future

The regrets of the past

Everything for a life you pay for with life

For the simple and great

For the girl in your arms

And the child in your belly

For the dying forevers

And the endless agains

You give

Everything.