Paul Simon - 50 ways to leave your lover...

"The problem is all inside your head", she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover

She said it's really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself, at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Ooo slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
Don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
Get yourself free

She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways

She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight
And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
Don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
Get yourself free

Slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Hurt... but for the last time!

I rushed through the balcony to welcome you. A strong feeling, coming deeply from my senses urged me to do it... and I did it...
Later, a little later in that night, at that beautiful house, I forced myself to stay. I struggled a lot, between my heart's orders and my pride's dignity and the hospitality of our friends... I chose to stay and keep on listening to your phone calls and the exchanging sms game...
You easily hurt me one more time... easily and cruelly! You stabbed  me ruthlessly with your sharp knife again...
Why?
All that I know now is this: I must keep away from you, from everything off you...
You have hurt me for the last time... so, let it be like this! You are the winner! Congratulations!
But.. you know something?
I am not afraid anymore...
I have been liberated! I am free!

Να μ' αγαπάς...

Να μ΄αγαπάς...
όσο μπορείς να μ' αγαπάς...

Το Μονόγραμμα, του Οδυσσέα Ελύτη

...Πού πιά δέν έχω τίποτε άλλο 
Μές στούς τέσσερις τοίχους,τό ταβάνι,τό πάτωμα
Νά φωνάζω από σένα καί νά μέ χτυπά η φωνή μου
Νά μυρίζω από σένα καί ν’αγριεύουν οί άνθρωποι
Επειδή τό αδοκίμαστο καί τό απ’αλλού φερμένο
Δέν τ’αντέχουν οί άνθρωποι κι είναι νωρίς,μ’ακούς
Είναι νωρίς ακόμη μές στόν κόσμο αυτόν αγάπη μου

Να μιλώ γιά σένα καί γιά μένα...

...Είναι νωρίς ακόμη μές στόν κόσμο αυτόν,μ’ακούς
Δέν έχουν εξημερωθεί τά τέρατα, μ’ακούς
Τό χαμένο μου τό αίμα καί τό μυτερό,μ’ακούς
Μαχαίρι
Σάν κριάρι πού τρέχει μές στούς ουρανούς
Καί τών άστρων τούς κλώνους τσακίζει,μ’ακούς
Είμ’εγώ,μ’ακούς
Σ’αγαπώ,μ’ακούς
Σέ κρατώ καί σέ πάω καί σού φορώ
Τό λευκό νυφικό τής Οφηλίας,μ’ακούς
Πού μ’αφήνεις,πού πάς καί ποιός,μ’ακούς

Σού κρατεί τό χέρι πάνω απ’τούς κατακλυσμούς ...

...Γιά σένα έχω μιλήσει σέ καιρούς παλιούς
Μέ σοφές παραμάνες καί μ’αντάρτες απόμαχους
Από τί νά’ναι πού έχεις τή θλίψη του αγριμιού
Τήν ανταύγεια στό μέτωπο του νερού του τρεμάμενου
Καί γιατί,λέει,νά μέλει κοντά σου νά’ρθω
Πού δέν θέλω αγάπη αλλά θέλω τόν άνεμο
Αλλά θέλω της ξέσκεπης όρθιας θάλασσας τόν καλπασμό...

...,νίκη όπου έχω νικηθεί
Πρίν από τήν αγάπη καί μαζί
Γιά τή ρολογιά καί τό γκιούλ-μπιρσίμι
Πήγαινε,πήγαινε καί ας έχω εγώ χαθεί

Μόνος καί άς είναι ο ήλιος που κρατείς ένα παιδί
νεογέννητο
Μόνος,καί ας είμ’εγώ η πατρίδα που πενθεί
Ας είναι ο λόγος που έστειλα νά σου κρατεί δαφνόφυλλο
Μόνος,ο αέρας δυνατός καί μόνος τ’ολοστρόγγυλο
Βότσαλο στό βλεφάρισμα του σκοτεινού βυθού
Ο ψαράς που ανέβασε κι έριξε πάλι πίσω στούς καιρούς τόν Παράδεισο !

Δεν ξέρω πόσο σ'αγαπώ - Βίκυ Μοσχολιού

ήταν μια σπίθα στην αρχή
και μιας βροχής ψιχάλα
κι έγινε η σπίθα πυρκαγιά
και πέλαγος η στάλα...

Time kills...

There have been nearly six months passed from the day he lost his life... Almost six months equal to a life time. He lives like a dead man. Nothing can replace the loss. Whiskey and smoke aren't the plain death. Love kills! Lost, betrayed love... The worst disease is the broken heart! Dark red eyes, dark feelings and dark nights. Love is his death! Every minute passes through a dying life.. with no mercy, no hope, not a single human feeling.
Now he is a different man. Caring only for to an end of...

I still, can feel...

as I felt, for the first time in my life, at sixteen. I did not dream it! I felt it. At my sixteen I knew that I wanted you! Feelings are more valuable than knowledge. The truth is that I didn't  expect it to come true... My feelings came true and they were real, but through you... and only you...

Can you feel this? Can you hear nights’ wind blowing in my heart? Can you feel night birds’ flying? Flying silently to all ears? Can you hear the dark sky? Can you feel moonlight shining on your eyes, your smile, your silk hair? Can you feel time passing away?

Time is slow deaths’ son. Lives among us, like the songs we don’t sing anymore, like the prays we don’t pray, like the hopes we don’t plan, like a baby that’s crying in the night...

I feel everything!

I feel your wet skin after the training... the towel at your back, the tight lips of effort, your steps to the parking yard... I feel the red tartan, the prints of the airplanes in the sky, the burning afternoon sun, the smell of your sweat... I feel everything as if it happens right now! And I feel it every night, like this one...

That’s why I can’t sleep...

I know too much! I feel more! I understand everything I know!  But I can feel anything that I don’t know! 

Life gives and life takes away... only feelings remain alive and hurting... in the end hurting, like a punishment for all the happiness that I didn't deserve...

Because I’ve been completely happy, like no other man...

Now, I’m so afraid... I’ve got nothing...

Solitude Night...

This year is definitely young, the pain still is old, the tears easily remain on and the heart is torn... This is the first years night, I see people singing and dancing on TV, having fun, ordinary people...smiling, entertaining, throwing flowers to each other...
Outside, other people start driving towards popular places, ready to start the new year as much close as they can to each other...
I had three phone calls! Only three but important: my sister’s, Bill’s and Zildas’ and Cleopatras’. These three are left out of fifty-sixty every day calls... For all the rest, I don’t deserve a call...
Maybe because I don’t smile to them, I don’t accompany them in the night and I choose to be alone. Maybe they are right and I am wrong...
My glass is empty and the only light that I have in this dark and young night, is out of my cigarette.
The world hangs on, with myself in an empty room, but I don’t mind... I see through my dark window and I don’t expect any change...
So! cheers! let’s have another toast on new years eve! Let’s drink to a new life or to a redeem death of all the presence, the memories and the cruelty of that action...
Let’s practice on red blooded wine, poisoning all the lies of the heart and the mind, drinking to the end of happiness and to no coming freedom.
I wish I had a brother! To sing him my parts... my broken life, my dead dreams... to whisper my feelings, my failures and the sadness that chocks my chest...
Fog is covering the city. Lights tremble under it. Nothing is real! Could you believe it? Me without you? Nobody does!
I only have my bike! ...and this is a good night to drive it... to the end of this world!
I am not afraid...