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Wednesday, 30 June 2010


God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Ma83 na zeis

An o theos 3exnouse gia mia stigmi oti ime mia marioneta ftiagmeni apo kourelia, kai mou xarize ena komati zwi, isws den tha elega auta pou skeftome, alla isws na skeftomoun ola auta pou lew edw...

tha edina a3ia sta pragmata, oxi gia auto pou a3izoun, alla gia auto pou simenoun..

tha koimomoun ligo, tha onireuomoun pio poly
giati kathe lepto pou kleinoume ta matia, xanoume e3inta defterolepta fws ....

tha synexiza otan oi alloi stamatousan, tha 3ypnousa otan oi alloi milousan ..

Thee mou an ixa ena komati zwi...den tha afina na perasei oute mia mera, xwris na pw stous anthrwpous pou agapw, oti tous agapw ...

Ematha tosa pragmata apo sas tous anthrwpous...
Ematha pws oloi theloun na zisoun sti korifi tou vounou xwris na gnwrizoun oti i alithini eutyxia vrisketai ston tropo pou kateveneis tin apokrimni plagia...

Ematha pws o anthrwpos dikaioute na koitaei ton allo apo psila mono otan prepei na ton voithisei na sikwthei...

Na les panta auto pou niwtheis kai na kaneis panta auto pou skeftese...

An i3era oti simera ine i teleutea fora pou tha se evlepa na kimase..tha s agkaliaza sfixta kai tha proseuxomoun
ston kyrio gia na mporesw na ginw o fylakas tis psixis sou..

An i3era oti auti tha itan i teleftea fora pou tha s evlepa na vgeneis apo tin porta,
tha s agkaliaza kai tha sou dina ena fili ...

An i3era oti auti tha itan i teleftea fora pou tha akouga ti fwni sou ..
tha ixografousa kathe sou le3i..gia na mporw na tis akouw 3ana kai 3ana...

An i3era oti autes ine oi teleftees stigmes pou se evlepa tha elega ''s agapw'' ...
kai den tha upetheta aneta oti to 3ereis idi .....

Yparxei panta ena aurio kai i zwi mas dinei k alles eukairies gia na kanoume ta pragmata opws prepei..
alla se periptwsi pou kanw lathos kai mas menei mono to simera tha ithela na sou pw ..poso s agapw...

kai oti pote den tha se 3exasw ...

Krata autous pou agapas konta sou, pes tous psithirista poso poly tous xriazese, agapa tous ..fersou tous kala...
vres xrono gia na tous peis....''signwmi'', ''sygxwrese me'', ''se parakalw'', ''euxaristw''

Kaneis den tha se thymate gia tis kryfes sou skepseis.. Zita apo ton kyrio ti dynami kai ti sofia gia na tis ekfraseis ...

Di3e stous agapimenous sou ti simainoun gia sena ......

Fear of Falling ..

Well it seems so long since we set out
to find some peace, to clear our doubt
and I thought that you would walk away
but I felt your love day to day

And it felt so right.. and I know this time
is the thought in my mind for the fear that I'm falling

And can't find me any kind of light, all I had is gone
set aside all the troubles in your life and don't let them get you down

I left you there like an alley cat
could you see me flailing in the aftermath,
when I wanted you to walk away and I felt your love day to day..

And it felt so right and I know this time
as I fall in my mind out of breath is the sight
That I cant find any kind of light.. All I had is gone
Set aside the troubles in your life and don't let them get you down

I left you there.. to find you again..
I left you there ..

[Palace Fires]

Monday, 28 June 2010

This is it

I light a cigarette and it's not right. Where's my ashtray? Where the hell did i put my coffee? I can't find anything..and the poetry is crushing me...

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Ellie Goulding

Ellie is an amazing artist .. & she rocked @ this years Glastonbury fest

Here is some of her work :)

For more go to: Ellie's myspace page

Wednesday, 23 June 2010


Blue..Strange colour blue, Sixteen tons on the moon

Blue..Strange colour blue, Coming back to you
Pushing through, Pouring rain
Nearly there, Nearly there
Oh blue

Blue,Strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the moon
Hey little mister driver man, Keep your head up
We are nearly there
I am racing,Outside and below myself
Nearly forgot myself there, Nearly there, Yeah

Oh everybody's sleeping now..
An industrial silence singing
And the rain will keep hammering down from over head

Now there's a blue, blue strange colour blue
Let me dream of me and you
Oh how the rain keeps hammering down
Pour Oh running down the window, Like a vein on my arm
Oh running down the window
Like a vein on my arm..Yeah

This is how we do it..Nearly there

Oh blue..

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

An image of love and passion

I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.

Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you will not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.

I who lived in the harbour from which I loved you.
The solitude pierced by dream and silence,
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way the nets cannot hold water.
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
Oh, to be able to celebrate with you all the words of joy.

Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
My sadness tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit
my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

Sunday, 20 June 2010

The man with no spine

There once was a man without a spine.

He was a very likable guy. The advantage of not having a spine was that he could fit himself to anyone, and he frequently did. He could flex this way and that.

But he couldn't stand up ...

...and being kinda mushy and flat most of the time, people often walked on him without realizing he was there.

So he got sad, having this dreadful absence of a spine, and he was resentful too. He wondered why other people couldn't fit themselves to him the way he fit himself to others, but that was silly because he never felt he had the right to ask anyone directly to fit themselves to him. He was formless, what was there to fit to anyway? In cyberspace he talked tough as if he had a spine, but people could clearly see by his rage and resentment that he didn't have one in real life, and he perished in the flame wars he provoked and only came out feeling more ashamed and ineffectual.

He wished he could be with a woman, to help him the way a spine would. If he clung to a woman with a spine, he could stand up, but women didn't like it when he did that. He often called them "bitches" for the women with spines coldly asked him to let go of them, or unceremoniously shrugged him and his issues off onto the ground telling him to get his own spine.

If he fancied a spineless woman, on the other hand, he couldn't get her interest because they were looking for men with spines that they could cling to. But the spineless women would hang around with him for sympathy, and he'd be their platonic male friend and play "therapist" though he was as sick as they were. He'd often call himself a "feminist" and lecture these spineless women how to stand on their own when he had no idea of how to stand for himself.

With all the bending and flopping around he did, a spine never could get a chance to grow.

Then one day he had a brainstorm, he decided he'd make himself a spine.

He took a long stick.... and he put it far up his ass.

It was an improvement, though uncomfortable. It was the first time in his life he could walk tall, if not a bit stiff. He found he could have opinions at odds with others, and stand for them. He found out that he didn't have to be liked, that the world didn't end if he pissed someone off. He didn't want to fit easily with other people anymore, in fact he became inflexible.

People commented on the change, some people didn't particularly like him with the stick up his ass but they did notice him more. Some people felt that at least they could respect him, even if they didn't always like him because he did less whining. At least nobody stepped on him by accident.

However relationships still didn't come easy, it was hard for a woman with a spine to love him with the stick up his ass. He was stiff, cold, brutally opinionated, condescending, and self-righteously hostile. But eventually he did attract a very pretty woman without a spine who saw him as a tower of strength to cling to.

At first he loved this woman, he thought the stick up his ass was the answer to his dating problems. He was finally being loved the way he once loved others. At first it was great, and then it was good, and then it was ok, and then it was uncomfortable, and by the end of a year it was infuriatingly suffocating. The spineless woman clung like a straightjacket. The horror!!! The horror!!!

But the stick up his ass made him so inflexible he didn't know how to get the spineless woman off of him, If only he could bend. He was trapped, upright in his "obligations", "duty to her", "guilt", "pride in his commitment", he spent months with his arms helplessly flapping about trying to get her off of him and trying not to look like he was doing that.

He was hoping that she would leave by hinting her indirectly, he used sarcasic tones, said mean things that were "just a joke", neglect, "constructive" criticism intended to insult. He only made the spineless woman feel more insecure, so she clung HARDER.

Spineless men envied him, called him a jerk for the way he was treating her, just the way he remembered how he used to envy other men before he had the stick up his ass (when he'd play consoler to their teary-eyed spineless girlfreinds). If only they knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of a spineless person's embrace they'd understand. He wished she'd leave him for one of the spineless men who envied him. He felt ashamed for the way he must have made women feel in the past when he was trying to cling to them, he knew that they weren't so evil after all.

One day he decided that there was only one way to be free of the spineless woman once and for all, the stick up his ass had to go.

So he pulled the stick out, and to his amazement a miracle happened: he was still standing! All of the years of inflexibility allowed him the chance to grow a spine. At first he was still a bit stiff but eventually he had the flexibility to contort a bit and yet maintained the firmness to struggle, push, and wriggle from the spineless woman's grasp (though she protested much). He stayed far out of her reach and the reach of other spineless women so that he could never be grasped by one again.

He was overjoyed with his new-found freedom; he could bend sometimes like he used to (but not too far) and also he could stand tall. He went out, partied, enjoyed life to the fullest, and eventually found a woman with a normal spine like his.

They stood together as separate individuals giving mutual support and enjoying time alone too, and lived (relatively) "happily ever after"...

The end :)

[By John Russell]

Tuesday, 15 June 2010


*A penny for your thoughts _-_-_ ?

Sunday, 13 June 2010

θα χαθώ, θα χαθώ!!

Και θα χαθώ θα χαθώ θα χαθώ ένα πρωί
σε μια ελεύθερη ιδέα αναρχική εκεί που ο έρωτας
θα είναι πάντα γιορτή θα χαθώ, θα χαθώ ένα πρωί

Έτσι είμαι εγώ και δεν μπορώ ούτε και θέλω ν'αλλάξω..

*Δυστυχώς η φύση της αγάπης είναι να κυνηγάς αυτό που σε πληγώνει και να πληγώνεις αυτό που σε κυνηγά. Αν αγαπάς χωρίς να αγαπιέσαι είναι σαν να μιλάς χωρίς να ακούγεσαι...

Laurindo Almeida

Guitarist Laurindo Almeida was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil on September 2, 1917. He was already one of Brazil's most famous musicians when Stan Kenton heard him playing in a Rio de Janeiro nightclub and invited him to come to the U.S. in 1947. He played with Kenton's band during the height of its success in the late 1940s. Then settled in Los Angeles, working both as a studio musician and an active member of the jazz scene.

He recorded with Baden Powell, Stan Getz, Herbie Mann and others, and enjoyed some success when bossa nova was at its peak, with his own album, Viva Bossa Nova.

He wrote more than 200 compositions, among them his First Concerto for Guitar and Orchestra. He also composed and recorded music for over 800 movies & TV series.
From the 1960s until the 1980s he was a member of the chamber-jazz group the L.A. Four (with Bud Shank, Shelley Manne and Ray Brown).

Almeida also performed classical music and is credited with the American debut recordings of works by two of Brazil's greatest composers: Villa-Lobos’ Guitar Concerto and Radames Gnattali’s Concerto de Copacabana.

It was during the 1960s when he enjoyed his greatest recognition, winning Grammy Awards for the albums Spanish Guitars of Laurindo Almeida and Conversations with the Guitar in 1961, for Reverie for Spanish Guitars and Discantus (he shared that with Igor Stravinsky for best contemporary composition!) in 1962, and for Guitar from Ipanema in 1965.

In 1971, he married Deltra Eamon, lyric soprano from Canada.

Laurindo Almeida passed away on July 26, 1995 in Los Angeles, California.

* .. my personal favourite :)

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Scorpion Vodka anyone?

For all of you out there who want to think and drink out of the box, here it is!
The new revelation in alcoholic beverages:

Real Scorpion Vodka 250ml 40%v/v

This special triple distilled vodka is infused with a real farm raised Heterometrus Spinifer scorpion. The vodka is steeped for several months, which then imparts a unique flavour into the liquor, it is quite an acquired taste.

The story is that this is used in SE Asia as a Aphrodisiac; and it also has medical uses, such as the treatment of back and muscle pain.

Every bottle is unique in its own way so therefore the item purchased may differ slightly in looks but not size.

This unique liquor bottle could be an excellent addition and a great conversation piece for your home, bar or office.

Or it would also be a great, hard-to-find, gift for that special someone who already has everything except for a rare, fascinating bottle of 100% authentic scorpion vodka.

For more info on different products and prices go to:

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Shopaholic Anonymous

For all of you shopaholics out there....there is hope.. and prayer!

'Our Prada, Who Art In Harrods
Hallowed Be Thy Fame,
Thy Lyle And Scott,
Thy Cartier Watch,
On Ralph As It Is In Lauren,
Give Us This Day Our Mastercard,
And Forgive Us Our Overdraft,
As We Forgive Those Who Decline Our Visa,
Leads Us Not Into Topshop
And Deliver Us From Primark.

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Hold your breath and count to ten

and fall apart and start again...
And I can't sleep without your breathing 
And I can't breathe each time you're leaving 
And I'll pray you won't stay away 
That you'll come back 
to me someday...
start again.start again.start again.start again.start again.start again.start.again.start again.start again.

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Paco De Lucia

We may be out of magic carpets at the moment...
but we have magic 'music'
that can travel you to your hearts destination with a blink of an eye,
and a hint of imagination!

enjoy! :)

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

What is love?

In the past the study of philosophy and religion has done

many speculations on the phenomenon of love.

But love has always ruled, in music, poetry, paintings,

sculptor and literature.

Psychology has also done lot of dissection to the essence of love,

just like what biology, anthropology and neuroscience

has also done to it.

Psychology portrays love as a cognitive

phenomenon with a social cause.

It is said to have three components in the book of

psychology: Intimacy, Commitment, and Passion.

Also, in an ancient proverb love is defined as a high

form of tolerance.

And this view has been accepted and advocated

by both philosophers and scholars.

Love also includes compatibility.

But it is more of journey to the unknown

when the concept of compatibility comes into picture.

Maybe the person whom we see in front of us,

may be least compatible than the person

who is miles away.

We might talk to each other and portray

that we love each other,

but practically we do not end up into any relationship.

Also in compatibility, the key is to think about

the long term successful relationship,

not a short journey.

We need to understand each other and must always

remember that no body is perfect.

Be together, share your joy and sorrow,

understand each other, provide space to each other,

but always be there for each others need.

And surely love will blossom to strengthen your


with your matter of affection.

Life in two sentences

...Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves..

Enjoy the music x