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Κυριακή 4 Μαρτίου 2012
Η γαλαζοπράσινη λίμνη του Σκρά
Τρίτη 3 Ιανουαρίου 2012
Τετάρτη 27 Απριλίου 2011
Καλό ταξίδι
Υπάρχουν άνθρωποι που έχουν όνειρα και τους λείπουν τα μέσα. Αυτοί που έχουν και όνειρα και τα μέσα έχουν χρέος να τα κάνουν πράξη.
Στη σκυταλοδρομία, εάν πέσει η σκυτάλη, φταίει αυτός που τη δίνει και όχι αυτός που την παίρνει.
Συμβουλή προς τους γιους του: "Να έχετε την κατάρα μου, αν χαιρετήσετε ποτέ κάποιο συνεργάτη σας καθιστοί".
Πέμπτη 10 Μαρτίου 2011
Τρίτη 18 Ιανουαρίου 2011
A Few Words of Advice About Technology
" Yet, in spite of these spectacular strides in science and technology, and still unlimited ones to come, something basic is missing. There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance. The richer we have become materially, the poorer we have become morally and spiritually. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers.
This is the serious predicament, the deep and haunting problem confronting modern man. If we are to survive today, our moral and spiritual "lag" must be eliminated. Enlarged material powers spell enlarged peril if there is not proportionate growth of the soul. When the "without" of man's nature subjugates the "within", dark storm clouds begin to form in the world. "
- Martin Luther King Jr
Κυριακή 9 Ιανουαρίου 2011
LOVE IS ENOUGH
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morris (1834-96)
Παρασκευή 27 Αυγούστου 2010
Φράγμα Θέρμης 2010 ...
από τη γειτονιά σου, ζουμπούλι μου.
Χρυσή κορδέλα σου κρατεί
να δέσεις τα μαλλιά σου, ζουμπούλι μου.
Στο βορεινό παράθυρο
στο γιασεμί 'πο κάτω,
μου 'πεσε το μαντήλι μου
χαιρετισμούς γεμάτο.
κι ανθέ του μαλαμάτου,
που έχω δυο λόγια να σου πω
του παραπονεμάτου.
Ήθελα να 'μαι δάκρυ σου
όταν θα κλαις να βγαίνω
στο όμορφό σου πρόσωπο
περίπατο να πιένω.
ένα των πονεμένων
και τ' άλλο στη συνάντηση
των πολυαγαπημένων.
Φεύγεις και σφίγγω τη καρδιά,
το δάκρυ μη προβάλλει
για να το βγάλω στη χαρά
όταν γυρίσεις πάλι.
Δευτέρα 23 Αυγούστου 2010
Εικόνες καλοκαιριού...
Για την Ελλάδα...
Τετάρτη 23 Ιουνίου 2010
Σκέψεις...
Τρίτη 25 Μαΐου 2010
BirdWatching...
Τρίτη 18 Μαΐου 2010
Dogs
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything 's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
Δευτέρα 17 Μαΐου 2010
Pigs on the Wing...
And I didn't care for you,
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
And watching for pigs on the wing.
And I know that you care for me.
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
Σάββατο 15 Μαΐου 2010
Αεικίνητα...
Κυριακή 9 Μαΐου 2010
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