small request

To whoever it may concern:

I have checked the date. more than five times. I want to make sure that none turned the calendar backwards. It is confirmed: it is not the 28th of February or March but of May. This means that in three days, June and ‘summer’ will be here. Great! But .. why what I see outside my window reminds me of gloomy, miserable winter? That’s why I am writing to you (dear weather, God, Gods), like I used to do as a child- it is urgent and very important you see: Can you please bring the sun back? Because in order for me to grow, I need love, water and sunshine…

Yours sincerely,
Andromeda

A la maniere de Marcel Proust..

This is not an interview- I am just playing the game that Mia started; or that it started from Marcel Proust and lately is becoming fashionable in Greek newspapers. I am writing in English though, since I know that some of my favourite people would not be able to read it if I were to write in Greek. So, here we go:

What is absolute happiness for you?
The moment that you don’t register as absolute happiness
What makes you wake up in the morning?
A cup of strong coffee
When was the last time that you burst into laughter?
A couple of hours ago
What is the defining feature of your character?
I don’t really know
And your defining flaw?
Stubbornness, lack of patience and anger
Which mistakes can you forgive?
Those that I could have also made
With which person in history do you identify yourself?
History is not about identifying..
Who are your favourite heroes today?
Those who have no name
Which is your favourite trip?
The one that hasn’t started yet
Your favourite writers?
Dostoyevski, Kane, Τσίρκας, Σεφέρης (to name a few)
What qualities do you prefer for a man?
I’d rather be surprised but definitely I need to see a sparkle in his eye
What qualities do you prefer for a woman?
Same as above
Who is your favourite composer?
By now Χατζηδάκης
Which song do you whistle when you shower?
I never whistle- I’m terrible
A book you cannot forget?
The Idiot, Ακυβέρνητες Πολιτείες
A film you cannot forget?
Ulysses’ Gaze
Your favourite painter?
Magritte and Cezanne
Your favourite colour?
Purple of course, and these days blue
What do you think is your greatest achievement?
Everything and nothing really
Your favourite drink?
Gin n’ tonic and Guiness
What have you regretted the most?
The times I was not honest to myself
What do you despise the most?
Arrogant stupidity, lack of awareness, ungratefulness
When you don’t write which is your favourite pastime activity?
Walking around and making up stories or hanging out with my friends
Which is your biggest fear?
‘That the sky will fall on my head!’- I rarely know my fears, apart from darkness
In which cases would you rather not tell the truth?
When it’s not worth it
What is your motto?
These days, ‘let it be’
How would you like to die?
Fighting for what I believe
If you were to meet God what would you like him to tell you?
What difference would it make?
What is your mental condition these days?
As usual- hard to define.

Breath

Σ’ αυτό το πολύ βιαστικό μας πέρασμα από τη γη καθένας μας αφήνει μια ανάσα,
μια πνοή κι όλα μετά τα σβήνει. ..

what is the colour of human breath?

a little bit of everything

a little bit of everything- beat by beat-rain with sunny intervals, cold again -everyday, more young faces in silence- don’t have the memory of how it felt -getting sick of watching them but didn’t know all these places, such a great chance at the very end-a little bit of everything-rhythmic changes, but not always- lists of things to be done, more to be added, some to be postponed, some never to be done- the bag with the carnival stuff, where is it?- the voices from upstairs getting louder, not letting sleep- went off the train at the wrong stop and then was trying to find a taxi but being unable to- it was midnight but, I swear, it was plain daylight- ‘you’re going North, apparently’- a little bit of everything- gin n’ tonic and guiness, very good company-but I’d rather sit outside- plans for travelling, more travelling- ‘what are we going to do next?’- a toast, happy smiles- a little bit of everything- a new interesting book, thank you- throwing apples, efficient once- a little bit of everything- The blue beast grows despite all- structure clear or rather satisfactory- everything will end in Greenwich-then, the story is not to be read but narrated and his name will be revealed- still don’t know his name, it’s strange but understand him, or rather begin to understand him- feel guilty when don’t write- but cannot all the time- a little bit of everything- ‘small girls love pink; when they grow up, they paint their dreams either in red or in purple’; ‘this cannot be the answer; it’s too easy’- a little bit of everything- a card and a box with chocolates- café mocha, not espresso- «Μαμά γερνάω» as background music- missing, finding anew- a little bit of everything- rain with brief sunny breaks- no, today, only rain, feels like winter- please, let the sun come back; whisper a song for the sun or for a little bit of everything..

there’s nothing you can do that can’t be done/
there’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung/
nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game/
it’s easy.
nothing you can make that can’t be made/
no one you can save that can’t be saved/
nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time./
it’s easy.
nothing you can know that isn’t known/
nothing you can see that isn’t shown/
nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be./
it’s easy.
all you need is love

Questions for the audience

Why are Danish called Danish?
Can someone love someone else 179%?
Why 0 divided by 5 equals 0 and not 0,0005?
What happens to the wisdom that we have as children when we grow up?
Why the train station of the town I am living has not changed at all, even though more than a century has gone by?
Where is the lovely drawing I made, wrapped in red, travelling now?

τις Κυριακές από παιδί τις σιχαινόμουνα…

An awkward combination

what happens if you mix lime and cinnamon?

May finally

wishes are not to be said
they are supposed to come true

first day of May
once more, it smells like white roses