going again and again
to the same place
through the same route
the chairs bring back memories of people once greatly loved
walls portray the shadow of the hand
the yellows smile at me with all the grandma's lively shine!
i said having lost everything from sight
seeing through a dreamt insight

gifts for the memory to withhold
the oranges, the fruit, the flower
the eye and all that are doomed and free
such captures are our gifts
the trophies for our journey.

on reflection
about direction
and limit

this is from Finland, of course.
I could almost reach the untouchable surface between me and my reflection.




Το ενθυμούμαι ζωηρότατα, καθώς και το εξής παράξενον, επιτρέψατέ μου, μοναδικόν ούτως ειπείν: σε κάθε σεισμική δόνηση, εσείοντο, ως ήτο φυσικόν, και οι πάμπολλες μουριές, και βλέπατε τότε να πίπτουν συγχρόνως χιλιάδες κατακόκκινα μούρα. Μια θαυμασία εικών, έπιπτον όλα μαζί, χιλιάδες γινωμένα μούρα, θαυμασία εικών ενθυμούμαι...

Από το Μνήμην άειδε θεά της Κικής Δημουλά (Εκτός Σχεδίου, Ίκαρος, 2005)

everything sits under the sun.
Kindly resting before diving into darkness.
Showing its features: the shape, the imaginative color
the implications for the human mind.
Slightly absorbent
as an old sponge.
Carrying some load for the human perspective.




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a strange thought just came to my mind:
whoever lives closer to the archetypes of tales
might live closer to life, i am sorry i cannot use the term real one.
There is some definite truthfulness in the shape of circle,
you know,
sometimes i think that the irregular protesting and provoking shapes
are handsome
sometimes i think of them as mere dangerous.
I am sure this doesn't make any sense but to myself. Just a note, then. Hello.

outside there is the most silent cold and a bright sunlight. One might almost feel suddenly sad to drink coffee next to the fireplace, holding pieces of wood, wearing light clothes, smelling pies, singing along with little birds, moving from page to page, almost guilty for feeling content and warm and safe.

it's already the 8th day. Nothing much seems to have changed with the change of the calendar. The same views are out of our windows, the same chores are to be done, almost the same words we can think of, we have not yet discovered one new. Still, you know,
some new people are around us now,
and some known to us people are gone.
Like in the river's waterway, there is water all right, but even the idea of stableness does not apply.

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but most of us need a kind of a reassurance. Temporariness is a way to cut time into tiny pieces. And if we remember the little, we are safely keeping some pieces of the whole.

time,
where are you? might you be behind those rocks?
no,
no,
it has not even reached the shore
water is so cold
we have to follow a route of rocks
where to? where to?

snow has almost melted
the sun is out
stone and wood
and light
the morning's cold breath
the music
eyes travel
behind the hills
beneath the wells

we like Tim Buckley's music a lot in the house, especially my little bird.
We can leave the cat out, though