Second year of “Bloog”

We are all Buddha … We are all holy … It’s She, Αθήνα, who leads me to a new day, into the unknown, towards the infinite … Αίμα συν Σπέρμα γονιμοποιούνε τη Γη ρε Erro errando Αν συμβαίνει στο Κόσμο: γίνεται στην Αθήνα. Αν συμβαίνει στην Αθήνα: γίνεται στο Κόσμο. I want a perfect soul Ελάτε εδώ! Αθήνα will hold our hand accompanying us delicately at the end of our path … I want to hold her hand And show her some beauty Before this damage is done strange crazy thoughts assail me again without mercy … The child is grown The dream is gone I have become Comfortably Numb Αγώνας δια την Ελευθερία – Αγώνας κατά της τυραννίας Λησμονώ και χαίρομαι, θυμούμαι και λυπούμαι. only love, only joy, we are capable only of that, we must be capable only of that … Heaven and Hell are the same in the structure, we carry the difference within us. Be the change you want to see in the world and you’ll see the world changing with you. Η φιλία είναι αλήθεια και ελευθερία. Master tell me what I have to do, comrade tell me what I have to think. Now finally I feel Yours, I feel You are mine, I feel, however it will end, Αθήνα has been my home town, for a moment, for a day, for a year, forever … Αίμα συν σπέρμα συν προφυλακτικά γαμάνε τη Γη a small earthquake visited Turin The World is perfect because it’s imperfect. Τα δένδρα κάνουνε το Ασανα για όλη την ζωή τους Τα δένδρα ξέρουνε τα πάντα γιατί μιλάνε με τον αέρα Ο Κόσμος είναι δικός μας Let’s live in it together, let’s live in it in peace! we’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish-bowl year after year running over the same old ground what have we found? The same old fears there you will reunite with yourselves letting go the gloomiest fears away, there in the pool, like water, you will be free again … I don’t fit, I can not find compatibility in any reality. Something is chasing me, something is haunting me, for so long, since too long that I can’t do without it, I don’t wanna escape, I don’t want to let it go … The Moon watched from here says that the Sweet White Lady suits Her, She gives ornaments to Her We watched the end of the century Compressed on a tiny screen A dead star collapsing and we could see That something was ending Here in Εξάρχεια everything well: there’s who sips his coffee, who drinks his beer, who walks the dog, who consumes his dose … Soon I will yell again to your face:”Με το όπλο, μόνο με το όπλο! With the gun, only with the gun!” and then I will wait silently the final moment. If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet the bicycle is revelation, meditation, concentration and emotion. Why had I so many doubts? I do not stoop to this system, I do not stoop to a life of oppressions, of controls, of false choices. I do not resign myself to a life of false freedom, where the democracy is only apparent because the people are carefully controlled by the more powerful ones through the media that push at the worship of false myths. The man does not need all this, human beings have other necessities, other purposes. We are not automatons, we are not products … Tedio domenicale: quanta droga consuma Tedio domenicale: quanti amori frantuma … Love me again, do it sweetly One year, one month, one hour, deeply Love me again, do it sweetly Just for one hour, deeply The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You rearrange me till I’m sane You lock the door and throw away the key There’s someone in my head but it’s not me. And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon. The only solution: grasp the Time, this unstoppable Time that conceals Itself in endless moments and flees away in tiny days like the grains of sand in an hourglass … I wanna be like air, sliding to go away, so to reach the farthest lands of my psyche without the fear that I can not come back … like air I’ll be the breath of the people, like air I’ll fly without my weight, without the weight of my body, without the weight of my thoughts … Θέλω να είμαι, θέλω να σκέφτομαι, θέλω να ξέρω, δεν θέλω να είμαι δούλος … And everything under the Sun is in tune But the Sun is eclipsed by the Moon … You’re beginning to think the tube is reality and your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you! You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even think like the tube. This is mass madness, you maniacs! In God’s name, you people are the real thing! We are the illusion! I see endless oceans on the horizon, I’m going to open the sails to the wind of the reason, waiting to be pushed beyond them, toward new goals, toward new unexplored lands that hide themselves away between the abysses and the vortexes of my unconscious … It’s known that people give good advices Feeling like Jesus in the temple It’s known that people give good advices If they can not give bad example 666 – Δουλειά – Σπίτι – Δουλειά Happiness is composed of short fleeting moments that I try to chase, that I try to grasp, but they slip between my fingers … the anguish of knowing that I’ll never find the answers to the questions that have always haunt my existence … None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free. Conversation is fruitful only between minds given to consolidating their perplexities. Computer games don’t affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music. There the music will resonate in our bodies, making our soul vibrate with the beats of its frenetic rhythm that marks eternal instants … we won’t be slaves, we won’t be prisoners, there, dancing, we’ll crush the shells that force our spirits … Μόνο οι ηλίθιοι δεν αλλάζουνε ποτέ γνώμη. Immaturity is the inability to use one’s own understanding without the guidance of another. Sapere aude! Have courage to use your own understanding! They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken authority for Truth. I wanna be like fire, destroying to illuminate, so to wipe all the darkest fears out of my mind without any concern to get me burned … like fire I’ll blaze inside the hearts of the people, like fire I’ll blaze deep inside mine to give life to all my passions … Nec spe nec metu Held up by invisible wings I float above my sorrow. slowly I let’em lead me beyond another door, beyond another mirror, beyond the dark of another endless night …

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