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!