it is a fleeing dream and you grab onto it as it passes. But then grabbing is useless in dreams...You just have to let it pass through you and dream you might dream of it again someday. In the real world distances are so close. Never are you far away. I listen to that song you had to have. You don't have it cause you have to hear your own thoughts, whisper your own tunes and make you own day a song to live in. I don't believe you can ever find the proper words to speak your mind. What you say always feels like a brick wall where i smash onto...One wall for each dream.One thought for each feeling. Thinking always leads you astray. Breathe and live and all comes where it should. I can only hope and dare to be in your thoughts not as a word. I am not trying to grab a dream. Any moment you choose to give me will be a new universe to live in. Places will be there. People will turn gray or colorful as you lose and meet people. All will be the same but these moments. In there lies all their magnificence. In that you will never live one even similar. My body always blossoms in the thought of your touch. My thoughts fly with you. And no words can fit you inside them. My words stop having you in them as you slip into somewhere deeper where no one can reach but you. I could await;butI stop waiting that dream. Still I always feel lighter in each breeze...
faraway...so close...
une question d'existence
es tu la?
est-ce que tu entends ceux que je ne dit pas?
fais je des rêves sans toi, juste en pensant que tu es la?
est-ce que tu sens jamais cette mélodie qui glisse sur ton corps?
est-ce que tu sens que je suis la?
ou est-ce que je veux que tu sois la?
tu es libre de cesser cette torture.
est-ce que tu entends ceux que je ne dit pas?
fais je des rêves sans toi, juste en pensant que tu es la?
est-ce que tu sens jamais cette mélodie qui glisse sur ton corps?
est-ce que tu sens que je suis la?
ou est-ce que je veux que tu sois la?
tu es libre de cesser cette torture.
close if
days that turn to nights
indecently clinging to a dream.
One that sense awakens.
Feel as if feeling
not as a response.
Dream as if dreaming
not as to replace.
Journey far away
unto closeness,
unto togetherness;
a journey to nothing,
a voyage to to the void.
A place of echoes
that of your voice,
if barren the land
that voices go to.
Care in 'dream
of what is closer
close it be
and be afar
true to you
that me is given.
Giveth yours
as mine now lingers
truth in so
death in thy fingers
close if be
never a home
should this lie
as truth is told...
indecently clinging to a dream.
One that sense awakens.
Feel as if feeling
not as a response.
Dream as if dreaming
not as to replace.
Journey far away
unto closeness,
unto togetherness;
a journey to nothing,
a voyage to to the void.
A place of echoes
that of your voice,
if barren the land
that voices go to.
Care in 'dream
of what is closer
close it be
and be afar
true to you
that me is given.
Giveth yours
as mine now lingers
truth in so
death in thy fingers
close if be
never a home
should this lie
as truth is told...
Bliss comes with exploration
Bliss comes with exploration.The memory of a feeling covered by endless bodies.Flesh over emotion just to reach to that day when memory is clouded by different smells and absent emotions.Until one face that is all,a face you see in all faces,breaks down to the same face of unexpressed clouded lust.
What about all the moments?The dust hovering in a ray of light as the sun slowly sets?The distant lights shinning like stars falling on the ground?Feeling the coffee losing its warmth in your fingertips?the force that the seconds pointer in the clock has as it rushes onwards?the sensation of every passing moment in which your body ages but your mind drifts away sometimes in a forgotten innocence?the sounds of footsteps from the apartment above.The smell of the pending rain.The thoughts travelling away as you breathe out.
what about all these significant little moments of unimportance that came to be just because you noticed them for the first time?
when is the moment so perfect when you do not alone feel its importance?
when is physical distance more important than the actual distance two people can have or their intimacy?The feeling of such proximity that her breath becomes yours and her breathing words that don't come out but as heavy breath.The smell before rain.The dry soil waiting for a wet kiss.For a touch of this foreign moisture on it.
Feeling each person passing through you.Feeling open. To a feeling that reaches nowhere but journeys onward without ever stopping.That doesn't stop, doesn't reach its destination but crosses its target as if it wasn't there, as every person passing through you, getting lost like a stranded astronaut in space. Into the great void. Dragging you with it as goes on to forever...
Then you just swim backwards trying to cling to the first body that doesn't dissolve in your touch.One to hold you even if you chain it to the same forever. Until your chain becomes its own and the gravity pulls you back in. Then you let go. You let them go. Into the same pull. You keep on walking and every time you fear that chain a bit more. You retract within you. Within everyone. Within any excuse for not getting there. Getting trapped between endless bodies that conform with what everyone conforms to. Living your usual trouble every day.
Think of me as a loser as I let myself get lost in this forever, or find me somewhere in an infinite universe...
What about all the moments?The dust hovering in a ray of light as the sun slowly sets?The distant lights shinning like stars falling on the ground?Feeling the coffee losing its warmth in your fingertips?the force that the seconds pointer in the clock has as it rushes onwards?the sensation of every passing moment in which your body ages but your mind drifts away sometimes in a forgotten innocence?the sounds of footsteps from the apartment above.The smell of the pending rain.The thoughts travelling away as you breathe out.
what about all these significant little moments of unimportance that came to be just because you noticed them for the first time?
when is the moment so perfect when you do not alone feel its importance?
when is physical distance more important than the actual distance two people can have or their intimacy?The feeling of such proximity that her breath becomes yours and her breathing words that don't come out but as heavy breath.The smell before rain.The dry soil waiting for a wet kiss.For a touch of this foreign moisture on it.
Feeling each person passing through you.Feeling open. To a feeling that reaches nowhere but journeys onward without ever stopping.That doesn't stop, doesn't reach its destination but crosses its target as if it wasn't there, as every person passing through you, getting lost like a stranded astronaut in space. Into the great void. Dragging you with it as goes on to forever...
Then you just swim backwards trying to cling to the first body that doesn't dissolve in your touch.One to hold you even if you chain it to the same forever. Until your chain becomes its own and the gravity pulls you back in. Then you let go. You let them go. Into the same pull. You keep on walking and every time you fear that chain a bit more. You retract within you. Within everyone. Within any excuse for not getting there. Getting trapped between endless bodies that conform with what everyone conforms to. Living your usual trouble every day.
Think of me as a loser as I let myself get lost in this forever, or find me somewhere in an infinite universe...
as you leave, I leave, όπως φεύγεις, φεύγω
it is a passing breath the one from my body.
είναι μια φευγαλέα ανάσα αυτή απ' το κορμί μου.
Heavy like some rain clouds.
Την ακούω όπως ξεχύνεται στον αέρα γύρω μου
and i draw it back in before it leaves.
και την μαζεύω ξανά μέσα μου πριν φύγει.
I exist there in that air,
Υπάρχω εκεί κι εγώ. σε κείνο τον αέρα,
the one i draw in and out incisively.
που φυσώ και ξεφυσώ αδιάκοπα.
Like existing under the sun or in the wave,
Όπως υπάρχω κάτω απ' τον ήλιο, στο κύμα μέσα,
in the shade of the only tree left standing.
κάτω απ' τον ίσκιο του τελευταίου που 'μεινε δέντρου.
I am stranded here as well,
Έμεινα κι εγώ εδώ,
but i can feel i am departing every second.
μα νοιώθω πως φεύγω κάθε λεπτό.
I still exist though, like something inside,
Υπάρχω ακόμα, όπως και κάτι μέσα μου,
like a landscape filed with clouds.
σαν ένας τόπος που πάντα σύννεφα έχει.
But i was born of sun;strange is this mist.
Μα εγώ γεννήθηκα από ήλιο' η αντάρα ξένη μου είναι.
Amidst a frenzy of people these moments
Μέσα σε μια ζάλη ανθρώπων αυτές οι στιγμές
like a brave dance in clouds of words,
σαν ένας ζεϊμπέκικος μέσα σε σύννεφα λόγων,
words spread like the mist of a cigarette
λόγων που απλώνονται σαν την ομίχλη του τσιγάρου
and there the senses get lost, i stand alone.
κι εκεί οι αισθήσεις χάνονται, βρίσκομαι μόνος.
Awake and still i am there,
Ξυπνώ κι είμαι ακόμα εκεί,
but i can feel i am departing every second,
μα νοιώθω πως φεύγω κάθε λεπτό,
in a last passing breath from my body
σε μια τελευταία ανάσα φευγαλέα
that i leave to you as my will and testament,
που αφήνω σε σένα σαν διαθήκη,
just to remember for a while i existed...
απλά για να θυμάσαι για λίγο ότι υπήρχα...
είναι μια φευγαλέα ανάσα αυτή απ' το κορμί μου.
Heavy like some rain clouds.
Βαριά σαν κάτι σύννεφα βροχής.
I can hear it coursing in the air around me Την ακούω όπως ξεχύνεται στον αέρα γύρω μου
and i draw it back in before it leaves.
και την μαζεύω ξανά μέσα μου πριν φύγει.
I exist there in that air,
Υπάρχω εκεί κι εγώ. σε κείνο τον αέρα,
the one i draw in and out incisively.
που φυσώ και ξεφυσώ αδιάκοπα.
Like existing under the sun or in the wave,
Όπως υπάρχω κάτω απ' τον ήλιο, στο κύμα μέσα,
in the shade of the only tree left standing.
κάτω απ' τον ίσκιο του τελευταίου που 'μεινε δέντρου.
I am stranded here as well,
Έμεινα κι εγώ εδώ,
but i can feel i am departing every second.
μα νοιώθω πως φεύγω κάθε λεπτό.
I still exist though, like something inside,
Υπάρχω ακόμα, όπως και κάτι μέσα μου,
like a landscape filed with clouds.
σαν ένας τόπος που πάντα σύννεφα έχει.
But i was born of sun;strange is this mist.
Μα εγώ γεννήθηκα από ήλιο' η αντάρα ξένη μου είναι.
Amidst a frenzy of people these moments
Μέσα σε μια ζάλη ανθρώπων αυτές οι στιγμές
like a brave dance in clouds of words,
σαν ένας ζεϊμπέκικος μέσα σε σύννεφα λόγων,
words spread like the mist of a cigarette
λόγων που απλώνονται σαν την ομίχλη του τσιγάρου
and there the senses get lost, i stand alone.
κι εκεί οι αισθήσεις χάνονται, βρίσκομαι μόνος.
Awake and still i am there,
Ξυπνώ κι είμαι ακόμα εκεί,
but i can feel i am departing every second,
μα νοιώθω πως φεύγω κάθε λεπτό,
in a last passing breath from my body
σε μια τελευταία ανάσα φευγαλέα
that i leave to you as my will and testament,
που αφήνω σε σένα σαν διαθήκη,
just to remember for a while i existed...
απλά για να θυμάσαι για λίγο ότι υπήρχα...
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