Κυριακή, 29 Ιουνίου 2014

And I'm losing my ability to feel, Dorian

Am I growing older
Or am I growing colder?

I FEEL NOTHING

Παρασκευή, 20 Ιουνίου 2014

The difference

Uproot my wings, my love
Let my feet bleed from the top of my oblivion
I will let you down
And if you trust me I will
-I promise -
I will let you down again

And that's what compromised people call love
But I'm not one of them, dear

I'm just something beyond your 
pure
shallow
indifferent
imagination

And that's called 
"A thinking man"

Παρασκευή, 13 Ιουνίου 2014

Dorian - inspired by Gleb Kolyadin's music as poloniumcubes (Track 01072012)

Hello Dorian
Yes, it's been a while
I remember
I remember once
when we were together
down at that music studio
and i was about to leave
And
And you looked at the door
And I looked at you
There was light coming in
And right into your eyes
I remember that little moment
When I saw your deep-blue eyes
and saw no pupil
You were so scary and beautiful my Dorian
Always so beautiful
I remember your eyelashes
So long and shy, looking down
They were white, my love
Completely white
Just as the smell of your skin
And The opposite color of you soul, of course
They were so elegant, almost unreal
Unique, for sure
An external part of your eccentric Ego
I felt like looking at the oblivion itself that very moment
And I am sure you knew
I am sure you understood that
That was the moment when I really
When I was lost into you for real
With no hope to come back
Look at me Dorian
Almost drown in your darkness that throw me away
I lost respect for my feelings a long time ago
And I lost faith you would fall in love with me someday
It is so scary, Dorian
All I m left with in the end...
Are some stupid, insignificant memories.
You don't even know what you've really done to me

I' m so scared Dorian
I'm so alone
All those letters I never sent you
Just because I live so far away now
Had only
Had only this single line

"I feel nothing, Dorian"

Δευτέρα, 2 Ιουνίου 2014

Αν συνηθίζω στην απάθεια
Βιώνω πώς είναι να μη νιώθεις τίποτα
Κι αν είμαι μόνος
Αυτόματα απέχω μισή πραγματικότητα από το αντιδιαμετρικό μου γεγονός

Και όταν σε θυμάμαι να κρύβεσαι πίσω από κατάξανθα μαλλιά
Και άμυνες μιας ανεξάρτητης δειλίας
Θα θυμάμαι τον τρόπο ακρβώς
-ή περίπου, δεν ξέρω-
που σημείωνα βιαστικά στο τετράδιο μου
φεύγοντας
μέσα στην υγρασία των δρόμων
διώχνοντας όπως-όπως τις μπούκλες προς τη φορά του αέρα
το εξής:

"Αν κινούμαστε σε δύο κάθετες ευθείες
Το περισσότερο σώμα θα το περνούμε χώρια"

Και το σημείωσα με μεγάλα γράμματα αυτό,
Γιατί δεν έπρεπε να το ξεχάσω

Και το ψιθυρίζω πλέον
Πάντα προς τη φορά του αέρα