tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33943725273921319582024-02-07T04:24:39.797-08:00Athos - Under Glass*Μπας και βρισκεται στον πατο της Κολασης, Κυριε, η πορτα της Παραδεισος;
(Ν. Καζαντζακης, "Αδερφοφαδες")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-42093618248151992122008-06-05T15:43:00.000-07:002008-06-06T04:33:44.024-07:00επισκέπτης<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDLSl5QhbS3qlM8ozfU5bGkWFYEY8LFaG6z8x_Yoy-3c833nLbLnHqt3tpKyFBvsasSVIVVlSXLodCVPtgC2vxV9zW2MxkY8MD9PfiSS1yzVjV4GWIpkmYuIVhFIpujBFsscRTMRTfrU/s1600-h/dionysiou4+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDLSl5QhbS3qlM8ozfU5bGkWFYEY8LFaG6z8x_Yoy-3c833nLbLnHqt3tpKyFBvsasSVIVVlSXLodCVPtgC2vxV9zW2MxkY8MD9PfiSS1yzVjV4GWIpkmYuIVhFIpujBFsscRTMRTfrU/s400/dionysiou4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208532254864570802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Σκέφτομαι ότι η χώρα που γυρνάω τόσα χρόνια</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> δεν υπάρχει σε κανένα χάρτη</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> ποιος είναι ο Εξορκιστής, η ρόδα της ζωής</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> το τρένο τι ώρα θα 'ρθει.</span><br />(Παύλος Παυλίδης, "Δεν έχει τέλος")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-17120541859521035132008-06-05T15:42:00.001-07:002008-06-06T05:32:19.164-07:00βάδισμα<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1R2_OuLAnA3O6-XI8r5WgBM_Z8zCf4HL50ct_0V4L2rLqjf9b6QGM9-Ut2yZfysRrgltvcGO1V0kxMWt4rzZ9SS9aVJjJXXK3Z8wgbApwm20PODabK4U6RDYeLRq1jWID57LmI9Evj_k/s1600-h/vadisma+-+grigoriou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1R2_OuLAnA3O6-XI8r5WgBM_Z8zCf4HL50ct_0V4L2rLqjf9b6QGM9-Ut2yZfysRrgltvcGO1V0kxMWt4rzZ9SS9aVJjJXXK3Z8wgbApwm20PODabK4U6RDYeLRq1jWID57LmI9Evj_k/s400/vadisma+-+grigoriou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208531765238299042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Living in steps </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">till I can rest </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">living in steps </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">till I'm blessed by you </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(...)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I and I alone </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will wash your feet </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and dry them with my hair </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will give to you </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">every other tear </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">thy breath thy spear </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">thy season of mirth </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">seven steps </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">until I can rest </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">seven steps </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">til I am blessed by you </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">all I ever wanted </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wanted I wanted </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">all I ever wanted </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wanted for you. </span><br />(Patti Smith, "Fireflies")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-48354299049591272822008-06-05T15:14:00.001-07:002008-06-06T05:44:12.803-07:00συζήτηση<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianRurWIWUs7Bk0s0M2dTWkVMnflgKUZKuTc7KEpJ4O9bznCyM4_bkinSrIBcx4DgvSwa-VrM8MB5vX-66XEM7KH8rVrAHBEvYiFibHR_Odo-BbZTvuCy-YBMtVeEKk5MxnVBDO4w1JhM/s1600-h/grigoriou6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianRurWIWUs7Bk0s0M2dTWkVMnflgKUZKuTc7KEpJ4O9bznCyM4_bkinSrIBcx4DgvSwa-VrM8MB5vX-66XEM7KH8rVrAHBEvYiFibHR_Odo-BbZTvuCy-YBMtVeEKk5MxnVBDO4w1JhM/s400/grigoriou6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208524601232849298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Aφού δε θέλει κι ο Θεός να ναι ο κόσμος σκοτεινός</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> δεν θέλει πίστη απόλυτη ούτε βενζίνη αμόλυβδη</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Θέλει κρασί και προσοχή, δεν θέλει μαρς και προσευχή</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> πίνει απ το ποτήρι μας, γελάει για χατήρι μας.</span><br />(Σωκράτης Μάλαμας, "Ο Θεός")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-77680491107256072492008-06-05T14:46:00.001-07:002008-06-05T14:50:16.608-07:00ψαράς<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeqDbfI-r41CO-LEVbfidBtdTZnMkuIlBwgTuzJUJc8aBh1g4gbp426KA3iWguOcDBIfx1uL9hsvtY_WK1-GRpyNeh99siwqEWk1wxzNE4xWVqdP2MQ5p-g-heSyllSEzQsZHELUHT8w/s1600-h/psaras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeqDbfI-r41CO-LEVbfidBtdTZnMkuIlBwgTuzJUJc8aBh1g4gbp426KA3iWguOcDBIfx1uL9hsvtY_WK1-GRpyNeh99siwqEWk1wxzNE4xWVqdP2MQ5p-g-heSyllSEzQsZHELUHT8w/s400/psaras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208517119399819618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I wish I was a fisherman</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tumblin on the seas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Far away from dry land</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And its bitter memories</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Casting out my sweet line</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With abandonment and love</span><br />(The Waterboys, "Fisherman's Blues", 1988)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-71624213320215564442008-06-05T14:32:00.001-07:002008-06-05T14:58:03.747-07:00ίχνη στη θάλασσα<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDGWi7QooccaaHL4YyXKg2q-R413FweyFgMhuBagunvsYfBcfz25GiLhP1WKGCCUBPEsseAgtpF-XsnwMQHUSBJOFkXaDokVrJ-TiWZZZAsqOfPec-KgvXFk2PHZMxgZddfXWWGque8s/s1600-h/monopati.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDGWi7QooccaaHL4YyXKg2q-R413FweyFgMhuBagunvsYfBcfz25GiLhP1WKGCCUBPEsseAgtpF-XsnwMQHUSBJOFkXaDokVrJ-TiWZZZAsqOfPec-KgvXFk2PHZMxgZddfXWWGque8s/s400/monopati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208514091447875922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8g8a_HJr1l6Eq4TsHGnpt5Zlrozxy3XK_jpbscCBaZvMu6bxjMQHW-YKIGsjMg-2c2_8FEvV1Kt5aH-84K1AksntAj9490kNmPQxAK6s3jqJOrnOtlrrxMo4_kNtqfJZ3re2vcKLryDU/s1600-h/shmaia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8g8a_HJr1l6Eq4TsHGnpt5Zlrozxy3XK_jpbscCBaZvMu6bxjMQHW-YKIGsjMg-2c2_8FEvV1Kt5aH-84K1AksntAj9490kNmPQxAK6s3jqJOrnOtlrrxMo4_kNtqfJZ3re2vcKLryDU/s400/shmaia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208519086494841218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">there's no trail at all,only grass growing tall,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">get out my machette and battle with time once again</span><br />(Jack Johnson, "Home")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-15130367894653943042008-06-05T14:04:00.001-07:002008-06-05T14:28:12.097-07:00πόρτες<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMcJYGFEOoUVho-h6zVvXZGaNO52HqHY9yQTc874nwywOVUxkRIupwUe4FGi_wYwWTfFW7loW9oQ8NXqHib19dgsEvJFVXAob5Am1KR1FT1iXUPTEAT4sz3yyfGe0vJJqLpklushWQys/s1600-h/pulh+-+dionysiou+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMcJYGFEOoUVho-h6zVvXZGaNO52HqHY9yQTc874nwywOVUxkRIupwUe4FGi_wYwWTfFW7loW9oQ8NXqHib19dgsEvJFVXAob5Am1KR1FT1iXUPTEAT4sz3yyfGe0vJJqLpklushWQys/s400/pulh+-+dionysiou+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208506321852037442" border="0" /></a><b><span class="txt_1"></span></b><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> blue skies from pain. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Do you think you can tell?</span><br />(Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here", 1975)</span>Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-61109700527907940802008-06-05T13:55:00.001-07:002008-06-05T14:00:07.461-07:00λιμάνι<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwA2NIC2qk4hwOYLvEaqV4RJndmZs6Gm03a1_o6zWvHibKL8kDwYYGXrhkf2Mf5E7DqjVYIgFh7RMQ8Trpdep8AU0M5aSk8MYhrq7Dk1kU8kZho22JsxcAnidahTzOhCTNAxg5wLWnAeI/s1600-h/monopati2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwA2NIC2qk4hwOYLvEaqV4RJndmZs6Gm03a1_o6zWvHibKL8kDwYYGXrhkf2Mf5E7DqjVYIgFh7RMQ8Trpdep8AU0M5aSk8MYhrq7Dk1kU8kZho22JsxcAnidahTzOhCTNAxg5wLWnAeI/s400/monopati2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208504324692244770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEySN7lApuKGD8m5DKT8qPItyIvZA9ZODQRx_oeNqt-4jKyjEx8ntSLEiPFeR2jqs1dulY-IkhMHnQRYBaKMC7Qqj-IqH3HtzemdCbWfdqKBeZjFYy_Jkc4aoIEW-12H8vwXijKn-JztU/s1600-h/ploio2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEySN7lApuKGD8m5DKT8qPItyIvZA9ZODQRx_oeNqt-4jKyjEx8ntSLEiPFeR2jqs1dulY-IkhMHnQRYBaKMC7Qqj-IqH3HtzemdCbWfdqKBeZjFYy_Jkc4aoIEW-12H8vwXijKn-JztU/s400/ploio2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208504333282179378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">So lead me to the harbour</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And float me on the waves</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sink me in the ocean</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To sleep in a sailors grave</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To sleep in a sailors grave</span><br />(Moby, "Harbour")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-13133522215782011382008-06-05T13:37:00.000-07:002008-06-05T13:48:27.695-07:00στωικότητα<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGruuBt8DQ9t0F72-OhpHymUNsLANU1IrzsaD3nbk7ngr-VfCbJT3ICoXbD2brfhj_MprU5Ev5_YEHoaRrYNje76baOmaHYxYItdkhS6IPzbBd6dwl2AiydtAkrfN8EWH4tvs5YtqR3C0/s1600-h/grigoriou5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGruuBt8DQ9t0F72-OhpHymUNsLANU1IrzsaD3nbk7ngr-VfCbJT3ICoXbD2brfhj_MprU5Ev5_YEHoaRrYNje76baOmaHYxYItdkhS6IPzbBd6dwl2AiydtAkrfN8EWH4tvs5YtqR3C0/s400/grigoriou5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208499716192336146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm walkin' through streets that are dead</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Walkin', walkin' with you in my head</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> My feet are so tired</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> My brain is so wired</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And the clouds are weeping.</span><br />(Bob Dylan, "Love Sick", 1997)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-46613888269587706652008-06-05T03:55:00.001-07:002008-06-05T03:59:53.379-07:00σκαλωσιές<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI03UOOCyEzahIKeQej9DyZVgTddFF1n_0BFNiEUDiaxJ0SVFiiGGcZeK-025SqtZ1071yN7eUrb1oiFgLUAw7e2bv0eQXpf1l_zhkiD-whkw8sJuygPM3u_SaPcE6o1UuejzzN4qRnv8/s1600-h/dionysiou3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI03UOOCyEzahIKeQej9DyZVgTddFF1n_0BFNiEUDiaxJ0SVFiiGGcZeK-025SqtZ1071yN7eUrb1oiFgLUAw7e2bv0eQXpf1l_zhkiD-whkw8sJuygPM3u_SaPcE6o1UuejzzN4qRnv8/s400/dionysiou3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208349542660831490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I am a rock,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am an island.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I've built walls,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A fortress deep and mighty,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That none may penetrate.</span><br />(Paul Simon, "I Am a Rock", 1965)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-37175198479599047222008-06-05T03:49:00.001-07:002008-06-05T03:52:52.194-07:00φορτίο<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95j8NXBZSDuKC6Z4hZGW0hw4X2qNJ40KOW-gVJrQLjjw3gNugbbKtJ6WaIl1Ec0x7WeegfmmczUGwr75I-61j_rkJ8rhVjnCZ_8IKvm_4T4CdI0rE0YUqFSnXpRGxQDQ3435gcUqZ0FQ/s1600-h/grigoriou2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95j8NXBZSDuKC6Z4hZGW0hw4X2qNJ40KOW-gVJrQLjjw3gNugbbKtJ6WaIl1Ec0x7WeegfmmczUGwr75I-61j_rkJ8rhVjnCZ_8IKvm_4T4CdI0rE0YUqFSnXpRGxQDQ3435gcUqZ0FQ/s400/grigoriou2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208347940638030066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear landlord</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Please don't put a price on my soul</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My burden is heavy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My dreams are beyond control</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When that steamboat whistle blows</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm gonna give you all I got to give</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And I do hope you receive it well</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Depending on the way you feel that you live.</span><br />(Bob Dylan, "Dear Landlord", 1968)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-68247565315207272282008-06-04T14:21:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:30:39.590-07:00εν πλω ΙΙΙ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOisT7zUVWtbaZjmtbkzxBpE_cdEsQWS7PSATZfwuvLU6UGSBc29sAOZMknqGaVgUlUkzvNP7SrrKp35zrWXum6wX_Jw09M5NxIFohdKYJGrtyewBgfSqh_n-hK_VJZITdT9Q3XHdPis/s1600-h/enlpw2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnOisT7zUVWtbaZjmtbkzxBpE_cdEsQWS7PSATZfwuvLU6UGSBc29sAOZMknqGaVgUlUkzvNP7SrrKp35zrWXum6wX_Jw09M5NxIFohdKYJGrtyewBgfSqh_n-hK_VJZITdT9Q3XHdPis/s400/enlpw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208140059925936306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">σαν άδειο κάθισμα ταξίδεψα για χρόνια</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ψάχνοντας να βρω το κατάλληλο κορμί</span><br />(Ισαάκ Σούσης, "Νοτος")Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-58620884741754658002008-06-04T14:08:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:19:13.257-07:00φως<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMo4chT_1FEuxvL0kBQ_vMXPNsYWRXmIuAmCyJbXsSl5M-MqcmDTYhEGONO_fXgfy8xA5-OJ_JDYxRjAl118beCTZ69BAKyS6xm70iWkF2x6Tmz3TcAYaXkYkPenAhGVnjoo2dl4iSTlg/s1600-h/grigoriou1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMo4chT_1FEuxvL0kBQ_vMXPNsYWRXmIuAmCyJbXsSl5M-MqcmDTYhEGONO_fXgfy8xA5-OJ_JDYxRjAl118beCTZ69BAKyS6xm70iWkF2x6Tmz3TcAYaXkYkPenAhGVnjoo2dl4iSTlg/s400/grigoriou1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208137762118432930" border="0" /></a>Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-33378904369483436262008-06-04T13:51:00.001-07:002008-06-04T14:08:07.564-07:00time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgva88rNrfJe8PoElEFES5a9R_cudPyBjsv5KtGIcB-cb3Xw_pm0R8s2wrw7bpI5MTrVybQGLEn5Fd9n2b5iDxNRsSBcKAU6Tjnx0t4dfk7qWsz5EUnY5Sc0j1llSY4mwNooanu6Q75WGw/s1600-h/grigoriou4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgva88rNrfJe8PoElEFES5a9R_cudPyBjsv5KtGIcB-cb3Xw_pm0R8s2wrw7bpI5MTrVybQGLEn5Fd9n2b5iDxNRsSBcKAU6Tjnx0t4dfk7qWsz5EUnY5Sc0j1llSY4mwNooanu6Q75WGw/s400/grigoriou4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208132152891144338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Waiting for someone or something to show you the way</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And then one day you find ten years have got behind you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And racing around to come up behind you again</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Shorter of breath and one day closer to death</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Home, home again</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I like to be here when I can</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And when I come home cold and tired</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its good to warm my bones beside the fire</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Far away across the field</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The tolling of the iron bell</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Calls the faithful to their knees</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To hear the softly spoken magic spells.</span><br />(Pink Floyd, "Time", 1973)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-79778627601634662222008-06-04T13:32:00.000-07:002008-06-04T13:42:10.132-07:00shelter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wmgDkRz4iSTunlZPmzHZ4E-22pWHVLTMSmGLjatsZu8VFi6rNTe1KgiV6bIyg0V44E8Gifnx_CL4Q8HUmynkpXshUBh4dUzjrwCnoZ4cQBNNsXMrmH8acSHtTmo9U07KOLOQ_YlA3mc/s1600-h/grigoriou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wmgDkRz4iSTunlZPmzHZ4E-22pWHVLTMSmGLjatsZu8VFi6rNTe1KgiV6bIyg0V44E8Gifnx_CL4Q8HUmynkpXshUBh4dUzjrwCnoZ4cQBNNsXMrmH8acSHtTmo9U07KOLOQ_YlA3mc/s400/grigoriou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208127746254698626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, a storm is threatning</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My very life today</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I dont get some shelter</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yeah, Im gonna fade away</span><br />(The Rolling Stones, "Gimme Shelter", 1969)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-14239497439832944082008-06-04T13:21:00.000-07:002008-06-04T14:31:04.195-07:00εν πλω ΙΙ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxBrzlADNbP-c7FZSV5ztOw5WoZBH85exesGH_TXcKUWaWzt7FMWpzg_jDb_IG1G9EeZ0XecqN-veNT6aGueAL8k1htHZL9xhZy2IAkPtUTskniERktseQuq-Eee9VAoObWekoFfrlM4/s1600-h/enlpw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxBrzlADNbP-c7FZSV5ztOw5WoZBH85exesGH_TXcKUWaWzt7FMWpzg_jDb_IG1G9EeZ0XecqN-veNT6aGueAL8k1htHZL9xhZy2IAkPtUTskniERktseQuq-Eee9VAoObWekoFfrlM4/s400/enlpw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208124640993343602" border="0" /></a>Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-41946596805953615072008-06-02T12:02:00.001-07:002008-06-02T12:08:05.936-07:00εν πλω<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YmTrmjDhZdqAurqbI-dFNhxRv_vQJXlsRCbgluBn-4nnPzWVfUdywXmI8xKT2k_aKAnG6xm_lgVHLMBp3NDr1z2qEWTiZfVzjDVpDapkdfmwqI5LiqiTUo-0IriHjJbEs_qSDvK0Aog/s1600-h/karabi1alt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YmTrmjDhZdqAurqbI-dFNhxRv_vQJXlsRCbgluBn-4nnPzWVfUdywXmI8xKT2k_aKAnG6xm_lgVHLMBp3NDr1z2qEWTiZfVzjDVpDapkdfmwqI5LiqiTUo-0IriHjJbEs_qSDvK0Aog/s400/karabi1alt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207361966470723618" border="0" /></a>Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3394372527392131958.post-84508567035118434502008-06-02T11:32:00.001-07:002008-06-02T12:09:49.030-07:00all over now (αρχή και τέλος)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAJ4hNd4K6PaSO1O120zBf0IyImE3A_vk0XbZCxdoO40yceFjLqVGAieoDn3F-0oTr6lgyd240yXas6r8y5-G2IwyRUjGw-0Lh1UCYHH_X0nMFA9AzRXHpSTaDwVdINm5tE8UGNxkAvA/s1600-h/dafni1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAJ4hNd4K6PaSO1O120zBf0IyImE3A_vk0XbZCxdoO40yceFjLqVGAieoDn3F-0oTr6lgyd240yXas6r8y5-G2IwyRUjGw-0Lh1UCYHH_X0nMFA9AzRXHpSTaDwVdINm5tE8UGNxkAvA/s400/dafni1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207354171105081346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBn548k4wRcE0ueMA-hTVmQIzYQuxKYYe65DynSDUYJiRsg0-RSgazumq00c3pEAL3lkkDvCgdDreNYvTaA_xQnSL5_7L8csNLpU-8NdIJMznq-9aZ5SjUK0HKAZPtFgHQE2llJ56ZyG4/s1600-h/dafni2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBn548k4wRcE0ueMA-hTVmQIzYQuxKYYe65DynSDUYJiRsg0-RSgazumq00c3pEAL3lkkDvCgdDreNYvTaA_xQnSL5_7L8csNLpU-8NdIJMznq-9aZ5SjUK0HKAZPtFgHQE2llJ56ZyG4/s400/dafni2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207354183989983250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Yonder stands your orphan with his gun</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Crying like a fire in the sun</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Look out the saints are comin' through</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And it's all over now, Baby Blue.</span><br />(Bob Dylan, "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue", 1965)Theo Kapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02461560742962448755noreply@blogger.com0