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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...

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