Third year of “Bloog”

Είδα το μέλλον, είδα την ανυπαρξία γεμάτη με άπειρες δυνατότητες, ίσως είδα Θεό … the time is a mental abstraction, it does not exist. the past is no longer, the future is still to be, how can the present, as the separation between two things that do not exist, exist? Para los animales todos los humanos son nazis Tiendas LlenaS – vidas vacias Arbeit macht frei something very important has changed I feel a physical need, a physical need to express myself, to express my ideas, to continue to fight my war. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. I wanna be like earth, compacting myself to not collapse, so to embank the most intense sorrows of my soul without the fear to be swept away … like earth I’ll be the bodies of the people, like earth I’ll receive mine at the end of the journey … Yo, si soy el Sancho, si soy el Quijote, Yo no lo sé y tampoco quiero descubrirlo. Έκλαψα χτες σαν μέτρησα τα κενά που είναι μέσα μου όταν είμαι χωρίς εσένα γλυκόπικρη Αθήνα αγάπη μου As I watched the Sun warming the mountain slopes, the Tekno smashed my eardrums, enabling the visions to find their way into my consciousness. Picking up shreds of premature enlightenment, I will find again my lost nightmares, my abandoned paranoia, my hidden fears, in the dark, through the music, on the faces of the crowd … I do not have a body, I do not have a soul … I am the vision of my vision …