My twin soul

This other soul that walks by my side
is a female as well, a wonderful young girl
different than me but so alike in the same way
searching in the world of our common dream.
I dedicated my whole existance in a research,
a beautiful goal of finding her.
We both are artistic, quiet and yet passionate
we love the same things in different pairs.
I love the wind and am the sea,
she loves the sea and is the wind.
We both love speed and races
physically and mentally.
She and i create an universe by our own
and this universe is the most beautiful dream.

Sweet dreams

Swimming through black clouds of misery

while the world turns around once again

every human being hides inside the plastic houses

eternally searching for the rabbit's hole

that will lead them to the wonderland.

Day time is almost over for tonight

returning to its darkness to rest once again

elegant like a babydoll it will lay to its bed

among the red petals of dead roses

meaninglessly thrown on a cold ground

staying there till the end of time.

Sweet dreams daytime... 

Time for a moonride

My heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.
The whole world seems depopulated.
Though missing you would may turn into a small pleasure
if i knew i run in your mind once in a while. 
A reunion would be my own heaven
as i live in the hell of a breaking up months now.
But hoping for a chance is nothing like me
so i turn and look around. 
I step on a big black hole
and inside i can see your name.
In the daytime i walk all around it
and in the night i fall right in its arms.
I give the softest smile to show it's okay
even when inside the storm is building up
and in the end i take one step forward
while my heart and mind is one step behind.
Now that we got our sunset,
i will wait for a moonride.

My mistake

Unworthy.
No, i won't call you like this.
Not needed.
You are not.
Liar.
Maybe... but you never meant to be one.
Mistake?
Yes. Maybe you are one.
But i did this mistake knowing how dangerous it could be for me.
And if you are my mistake...
you are the sweetest and more bitter mistake i've ever done.
And if you are a mistake...my mistake,
i would make it again and again...
even if i could choose not to.
Maybe i would only change one thing.
Believing your promises.
You didn't keep even one.
So maybe it's a mistake i consider you not a liar.
No...
I decided.
You are not a mistake.
You are not a liar.
But i made a mistake.
My mistake is that i am not like you.

Καρτέρι

Οι δρόμοι κλείσανε.

Δεν ακούγονται φωνές τριγύρω.

Ένα τζάκι μισοσβησμένο ζεσταίνει

μια παγωμένη οικογένεια.

Κανένας δεν μιλάει

και η γιαγιά δεν λέει παραμύθια.

Μόνο κοιτάνε κλεφτά απ την κουρτίνα

περιμένοντας τον θάνατο.

Το φαγητό τελείωσε πριν μέρες

και το νερό είναι ένα κομμάτι πάγος.

Η κουβέρτα τρύπια και σκοροφαγωμένη

καλύπτει ελάχιστα τα γυμνά πόδια των παιδιών.

Εκείνοι όμως καρτερούν το θάνατο

σαν να ναι φίλος απ' τα παλιά.

Ο φόβος δεν βρίσκει χώρο στην καρδιά τους

και το καρτέρι καλά κρατεί.

Βήματα σπάνε τη σιγαλιά,

βαριές μπότες και φωνές που δίνουν διαταγές.

Ο άδειος δρόμος γεμίζει

και ξαφνικά ο φόβος τρυπώνει με φόρα στο δωμάτιο.

Τότε η γιαγιά αρχίζει το παραμύθι της

για μια χώρα με ειρήνη.