moving resolutions 1

Next time, wherever I go,
I will take with me only a back-pack
or an old hanger just to hang my hat
and feel at home...

Call me Doc!

when I grow up, I want to be like him..:)
well...not exactly but still a doc!
PhD over! finally!

A Midsummer's Morning Dream

and finally here we are. some things, some days you think that will never come. but here I am-one day before, waiting, preparing and hoping that this long and most fulfilling trip will end in the best possible way.
one day before my viva-
take your positions, put on your best smile, look for a last time whatever you created.
and then...
Ready? Go!

Soundtracks 1

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me...

(Dante’s Prayer- listen to it always early in the morning, especially July, August and September last year- and the dawn of February 16th-I will never be able to listen to this song without remembering the first light of dawn over the roofs and the trees close to home.)

turning of the tide

sometimes life reminds me of the turning of the tide
you can never foresee when it comes
even though you have seen it happening many times before

θα φύγει και αυτό θα δεις θα περάσει σαν καράβι μικρό που λιμάνι θα πιάσει

Greatest Hits 1: the truth about the tyrant

once upon a time, a loyal dog that knows a lot about technology

met a hairless but clever goat and an obstinate donkey- and they all together walked and found a solo but beautiful camel

they asked her whether they could joined her

she said 'that's awesome-come!'

and then

they became friends and travelled together

throwing apples

'listening to jazz for fun'

dreaming and singing the moon

throwing party poppers

with loosy sounds

and 'trying to understand him'

when the ice cream van was leaving

and the ladders were left without shoes

they knew that they would go on together

travelling is always better with good company after all...

and they lived happily ever after :)

ole ole ole ole champions Cafila!

Ανασκόπηση

A for Αθέατος βασιλικός μυρίζει..
may the smell of an invisible basil always accompany me, to remind me, to recall, to narrate..

A for Athens, September 2002
‘you are about to embark on a most delightful journey’ read the note in the fortune cookie- a group of four 22-year-old girls cheered and applauded; about to go; the flight was the next morning- ‘that can only be a good sign’ thought on the way back home that night

A for Aldwych, October 2003 and the woman with the butterfly in her hair, in the Cinnamon Bar.

A for ‘αρχή του παραμυθιού καλησπέρα σας’
this is the beginning of the tale; good evening.
the beginning of a retro-month; random notes and memories and stories of the last five years; my five years in the UK which are about to end- in a month from tonight; in this turning point – shall I say ‘watershed’?- I will dedicate posts in June to some of the memories, stories, meetings of these years- forgive me if at times these writings might seem self-referential; in fact, they are not- I am sure that some of you, reading these ‘force-fed’ or not ‘force-fed’ memories, might remember that they were part of them. This is not a retrospect of my greatest hits; it is a retrospect of our greatest hits.