Something better than nothing...

All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.

What's to say for the days I cannot bear

A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.

A cemetary mile we paused and sang.

Hmm, it's been quite a week or more since the last time I had a post. Maybe nothing of much significance happened to my life, or maybe my life' s much too boring to keep a blog of it. Well actually, there've been some exceptions to that rule, some really interesting things are what I experienced these days and quite changed me I can tell.

First of all, our Grand Hotel (this terrace I have been telling you about some weeks ago) is opened at last! My friends and I were really excited to find that out on a late Friday night, everything was the same up there: the graffitis we had made were not rubbed off, the newspapers we used to lie down on the floor and watch the stars were still in the position we had placed them, wet and almost torn because of the rain though. The lift was fixed. 'Everything in its right place' as Radiohead sing, however something was a bit changed up there- somehow the sky was less starry to me, the clouds were darker...Or maybe it was me who changed.

Another thing to mention is the three-day excursion my school had organised for the weekend. Oh this was a really strange experience, I didn't want to end...The days passed so quick that the only thing to distinguish them was the change of the mornings to nights and the reverse. I also got so drunk in the first night I barely remembered things I did and told! I quite feel guilty about that, I really looked like a zombie the next morning and I vomited twice until I felt better! That was the worst night I had, until some class mates of mine that happened to be in my room but didn't get drunk the way I did told me I was really funny and cute, they also told me things I was telling which were really random and stupid I couldn't help laugh!Oh, I also hadn't slept for more that two hours that night. However I really enjoied the moments I spent with my friends, they were all really special, like the noon we spent lying in a seashore, under the sun, speaking, dreaming and creating everlasting memories...

I' ve got many memories to share, but maybe I'll do it some time later. Or maybe I won't, why should I be boring you after all?

My song is love

Love to the loveless shown

And it goes up

My song is love,

is love unknown

And I've got to get that message home

This is my heart, through six different ways...

Before I start, I'd love to thank the blogger 'All of my dreams they fall like rain...' for tagging me! It was so kind of you dear, I was really excited to find that out! Thanks again!

And now, my heart....



....Through a picture

Oh, there are many times I terribly feel like that very man, feeling like what I need is just sitting on my own, with a cigarette, the view from a huge window to gaze at the sky and the clouds playfully chasing each other, my loneliness, some music and the summer breeze waving the curtains all around me... and all of my innermost thoughts and feelings to keep me company. Open windows are among the things I like the most in a room, it gives me the impression of freedom, it's just like nothing can hold you back when you wish that need to fly away, to conquer the sky...

....through a poem

Lives

And so they go and die the same way they live.

I speak of lives given to the light

of serene love, and while they flow

like streams, they keep that light inside

eternally inseparable, just as

the sky glints in rivers,

just as suns flow through the skies.

I speak of lives given to the light. . .

I speak of brief lives draping

a woman’s rubied lips, just as

votive offerings, silver hearts, are draped

on the icon-screen up front.

These lives on a woman’s beloved lips

are likewise humble and true.

I speak of brief lives draping. . .

No one mistrusts them.

Just as - quiet and dark

and foreign and sad - they follow

the footstep, the idea of a lithe woman

(and she isn’t mistrusted), so they

will droop toward the earth, will fade quietly.

No one mistrusts them. . .

They moved uncertainly - faint

as stars at the hour of dawn -

through the thought of a passing woman

who, so she could keep going happily,

didn’t notice the lives which fade slowly

like the soul of a morning lamp.

They moved uncertainly - faint. . .

That's a poem written by my favourite poet, Konstantinos G. Karyotakis. His poetry is written in greek, so unfortunately I didn't have much time to translate any of his poem myself, so I'm really glad I found an already translated one on the web, it happens to be one of my favourites as well! I adore his poetry, it's like reflecting my own self in his lines.

...through a song

'Nantes' by Beirut

This is one of the most magical songs I have ever listened to... the Balkan-like music -a combination of terrific musical instruments: a trumpet, piano, violins, harpshicord and many more I don't really know much about them, which give a gypsy, folk tone in the song- the beautiful and nostalgic lyrics, the originality of that band, Zach Condon's deep, velvet and dazzling voice, they all create one of the most incomparable songs ever composed. Whenever I listen to it I get lost in beautiful european landscapes, with gypsy and traditional music players, Zach Condon singing and me still dreaming...

...through a quote

By Nikos Kazantzakis, a greek writer

'What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams'.

...through a piece of clothing

Hmm, that's quite difficult. There's nothing in my wardrobe that can perfectly express my heart (i actually really need to learn how to make clothes on my own to express myself the best way!)! Anyway... The only thing that's worth mentioning is my light pink pair of trousers, made of a thin, cotton fabric, having imprinted many little blue flowers on it. It's baggier on its upper part (which means around the thighs) and goes tighter from the knees to the ankles (I hope this is a clear description). It's fantastic, looking so folk!

...through a place

I think that at this very moment I can imagine myself being in a really big and quiet beach, in some imaginery place far from where I am now. It's sunny, the waves are breaking on the shore, the sand has a light golden colour, and there's nobody except me and some person I haven't yet met... It's fun, I can imagine myself wearing a vintage swimsuit, which is pretty surrealistic I can tell. Oh, the sky is so blue, it makes me wonder weather places like this truly exist...

...through a Disney princess

I' d never expect to liken myself to a Disney's princess (I'm not really fond of them)! But after a few moments consideration, I' ve come to the conclusion of choosing The Sleeping Beauty. Well maybe I may not be that beautiful as her majesty is, but I'm really interested in the idea of touching a spindle and fall asleep until somebody to truly love me comes to wake me up, perhaps riding his white horse (I'd actually prefer it, if it was an old,antique,broken down car)- it's so boring (sometimes hard) for me to keep waiting.

So, that's all for now! Hope my heart looks interesting :)

Au revoir!

I'm only sleeping (take 2)

By the way (in regards with the previous post), I'm really sorry in case my english are incorrect and make no sense to anybody reading it... Next time I'll try not to be confusing in my descriptions..

I'm only sleeping (take 1)

If time is a vessel,

then learning to love

might be my way back to sea

The flying, the medal,

the turning above

These are just ways to be seen

We all get paid

Yeah some get faith before they die

But the stars we will navigate

Through the holes in your eyes




Fantastic lyrics, ain't they? From a fantastic song, 'Public pervert' by Interpol, a lovely way to start this post, i believe...

It is strange how days look like raindrops, falling from the sky and hitting the ground, so quickly you barely notice them... that's how my days come and leave, quite abandoning my life the very same as it was the day before! Same mornings, same living, same people, faces,dreams... Mondays are the ones during which I wish Fridays (and weekends) come, when my friends and I meet and start having a bit of action and overturn our rutines, having fun and doing crazy things!


Once upon a time (a few months ago actually), my friends and I discovered a big terrace on the rooftop of a small and old department store in the shopping percinct of the town we live in, with which we immediately fell in love. The only means to lead us up there was a stairway, which some mysterious person had it locked after midnight, and a quite broken down lift. The problem with it was that whichever button we pressed, in order to get to the floor leading to the terrace, made the lift shaky and automatically any lights it had went off until its 'lift-off'. It was really scary at times, as we thought it would break down the very moment we reach our destination, getting trapped in it, with nobody to free us. Of course,we used the lift.


We also needed to climb another stairway to get to the terrace. On the top of it there was a door as well, which was never locked. So, every Friday we spent our nights up there, doing nothing but laying on newspapers we placed on the floor in order not to get dirty, gazing at the stars and the passing-by clouds, the moon, having music, eating, drinking our beers, getting cold, talking and most of all dreaming. But most of the time we remained silent looking up the sky and getting lost around the space... We had a kind of freedom up there, we could reach the sky. We called it 'The Grand Hotel', out of a song we love, and we also called it 'our home'. We decided never to let other people rather than our beloved ones know about it, it felt like it was our own place...


Once a friend of mine and me decided to write a line of a poem on one of the walls, making our 'Grand Hotel' look more familiar to us. We also made a graffiti, in the memory of a young boy who's been killed on the 6 of December by a police officer (subject that caused a great uprising of people from all ages here, especially students). Maybe that was the reason our terrace was closed...


Some Fridays later, we found the terrace's door locked, we thought it was because of the graffiti and hoped it would be opened again, some time later. But it didn't, it's still closed, and somehow the lift broke down completely, having captured many of our most precious moments in it...Since then we've never had the chance to visit the terrace again. We even discovered new ones, but none was like the Grand Hotel...



Quite a long story, isn't it..?I hope it doesn't seem a rediculously melodramatic story the way I wrote it, it's just a part of me I couldn't express in any other way..

(the way it felt to me being up there!)



How many days will it take to land

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, you and I

So swoon baby starry nights

May our bodies remain

As weak we move,

I'll feed you light, baby

May our bodies remain

Oh yeah in history,

I'll treat you right, baby

I'm honest that way, hey

Swoon baby starry nights

May our bodies remain

Un orange boheme in a peculiar situation

Hmm, this is a strange world for un orange boheme to be a part of, I guess! What shall I write then, to start with? It's a sunny morning today, cotton-like clouds are waving on the sky, sun is shining, the wind is blowing the trees' branches and leaves,and spring is trying to visit this tired town...
...nobody raise their voices... just another night in Nantes....


(no,i don't live in Nantes! I wish I were, actually)


Beirut are a cool band to listen to. That's what I'm doin' now. I totally adore their music, it makes me dream and forget things I'm concerned about. They make life so much easier...





...and I'll gamble away my fright, and I'll gamble away my time...and in a year, a year or so this will slip into the sea....

Zach Condon, the band's singer, has done one of the most fantastic things some one could do in his life! Born in New Mexico, in the age of 16 he dropped school and travelled to Europe for four months with his brother Ryan at the age of 17...He stayied in Paris and became aware of Balkan folk music, which inspired his later work...Isn't this perfect?Leaving everything behind you to travel the world, to meet different cultures and people, their history and customs, their lives...

Travel the world... this is one of my greatest dreams. I' d love to own a hot-air ballon as well, to travel the world in 80 days, have the world under my feet... Oh, I can't wait to finish school, it delays so much my living. A friend of mine and me claim that, by the time we finish it, will travel Europe by Interrail train, we' ll see all those dreamy places a world like this can have...'

...if I was young, I'd flee this town, I'd bury my dreams underground as did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight....

And now, I'm ending this post with a french song, one of my favorites. It is called 'Je me suis fait tout petit' by Georges Brassens.

À bientôt!