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Πέμπτη 21 Απριλίου 2016

'Night

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

Δευτέρα 18 Απριλίου 2016

A la recherche du temps de l'innocence

The Innocents (Jack Clayton, 1961)

We lay my love and I
beneath a weeping willow,
but now alone I lie
and weep beside the tree

Singing O Willow Waly by the tree that weeps with me,
singing O Willow Waly 'til my lover returns to me

We lay my love and I
beneath a weeping willow,
but now alone I lie
Oh Willow I die
Oh Willow I die...

Τετάρτη 13 Απριλίου 2016

We still got a dance...

Παρασκευή 8 Απριλίου 2016

I knew these people

Παρασκευή 1 Απριλίου 2016

Dreams

Had I the heaven's embroiderd cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,

Of night and light and the half-light ;

I would spread the cloths under your feet.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams ;

I have spread my dreams under your feet.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Κυριακή 27 Μαρτίου 2016

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you

And I watched you as you disappeared.

Παρασκευή 18 Μαρτίου 2016

Ταξίδι στα Κύθηρα

En chacun de nous, il y a comme une ascèse, une partie dirigée contre nous-mêmes. Nous sommes des déserts, mais peuplés de tribus, de faunes et de flores.
Et toutes ces peuplades, toutes ces foules, n'empêchent pas le désert, qui est notre ascèse même, au contraire elles l'habitent, elles passent par lui, sur lui.
Le désert est notre seule identité, notre chance unique pour toutes les combinaisons qui nous habitent.