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Καλλιτεχνική απεικόνιση της πρόσφατα ανακαλυφθείσας

 μαύρης τρύπας στον γαλαξία NGC 300
.
 Η μαύρη τρύπα έχει πολύ μεγαλύτερη μάζα

από τον Ήλιο και συνοδεύεται από ένα άστρο

 τύπου Wolf-Rayet που σύντομα θα μετατραπεί

 και εκείνο σε μαύρη τρύπα (Credit: ESO/L. Calçada).

http://www.telescopeshop.gr/news_show.asp?articleId=226

Αν νόμιζες πως

Η εξαφάνιση

Θα σ' αφάνιζε

Λάθεψες, άστρο...

Μάλλον το ξέρεις!

Την αέναη είσοδο

Στην έκστασή μου

Εξασφάλισες

Έτη φωτός πριν,

Που η σύντηξη

Των αειθαλών μας

Ψυχών άρχισε.

Ανισόρροπα

Δίδυμα αστέρια...

Χάνεσαι, αλλά

Θα έλκεις ύλη μου

Σαν μαύρη οπή.

Σπείρας ίλιγγος...

Θα με θωπεύεις

Με το φως σου

Που ήδη εξέπεμψες

Ως το θάνατο.

Απορροφώντας

Τα υπολείμματα

Της ύπαρξής μου.

Χωρίς και μαζί...

Πάντα μ' εσένα.

Για εμένα υπάρχεις!

Μέσα από εμένα

Διαιωνίζεσαι...

Κλείνω τα μάτια!

UNFORGIVEN

Irina Vitalievna Karkabi 
Forgiveness
After the conquest of Troy,
 Demophoön stayed at the Thracian court
 where Phyllis, the king’s daughter,
 fell in love with him.
 They agreed to marry but he
 had first to return to Attica. 
He delayed there so long that Phyllis 
doubted he would ever
 return and killed herself. 
The gods turned her into an almond tree
 which here the penitent Demophoön is embracing, 
to find the tree suddenly blossoming 
and Phyllis reappearing to him.

I don't forgive you!
I have no reason.
You aren't a culprit.
You are a creator.
Making for me a world 
of  salacious words,
of materialized sighs,
accessible to my
ignorant nature.
I 've been charged with it
-alas-since my birth!
I don't forgive you, 
but I'm so grateful ...
Ah! My great demon!

SELF-ASSESSMENT

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/freedom-and-fear-claudia-dose.html

I am so sad! 

Abject! 

Ι offered love 

I took bile. 

Usual… 

but always Tyrannical. 

RUMINATE

"Stockholm Syndrome" by Victor Rodriguez.
 Killer paintings, acrylic on canvas.

Many days without my need
I had the comfort to hold
Your tormented hand
You wanted me in the deprivation
You cut it once and for all, at the root ...
"Believe it, till now it was..." you stated
You eradicate wildly my heart
I know ,I too, shamefully I hurt yours ...
Assassins we both we came together
Torturess I and you the killer.
Preset the epitome ...

THE SIGHERS HORDES

Urania and Erato

Framed Art Print

by Sebastiano Conca

by Sebastiano Conca

I really commiserate you,

You, who can't often and densely

Spontaneously or shamefully

Resort to the relief of soul

Given by the lifeless paper.

I found this path and I follow it

As a sigher on white hot coals

Βurning and burnt, made of paper

So what will be my profit  finally?

It will be heard what I would never say

What strangles my life and don't leave me

In my implacable desire

I feel sometimes ridiculous

When I look on this paper to see

My awful pain and aches...But

It's the only way to face them

Since they beat me mercilessly...

Come in our company, close to 

Bizarre poets , you all sighers,

Listen to or write with rhythm and rhyme

this which otherwise will torture you

While thus it'll regenerate you...

In verses'comfort I reviewed

And found specific solutions ,

Which were contagious. And there,

Where I simply believed  that I

Eradicated my own troubles,

I realized that I offered

to my next man a great defense!

The hordes of homunculus

Upset common obligations

Because our love and our little heart

Are not given effortlessly

The battalions of the sour sobs

During the centuries are recycled 

Appealing to the sweet Erato

Who gives remedy in sorrow...

DIFFERENCES

Someone else am I
Someone else are you
First of all
If I suffered
No way
Would I like
To hurt you
Even if I was dying
You would know it
The first
So you would have
The right to cry
Peacefully , quietly
To get used to it
To catch up
To tell me goodbye
That way you wouldn't
Be alone after
Nor hopeless
To anticipate
To tell you before
Not to doubt
If I could
Not  go
It would be for you
I always love you
I 'm waiting
I love life
Because there
You still exist ...

To write a poem

To write a poem
In all this buzz
It shows perhaps 
Some kind of 
Mental disorder
Yes, undoubtedly
I have to accept
My weakness of
Tacit or explicit
Understanding
I need to speak
Through symbolism
Because my sobs
Or my laughter
Sound annoying ...
Even my figure
Is incompatible
With my inner
Psychic confusion.
It is so well
Decent match-fixing
Phony tolerant
Indifferent cheery ...
I should somehow 
Communicate
My dreadful  pain,
That wears me out
This repleteness
Of deceitful,
Destroying feelings ...

I OWE YOU

I AM NOT WORTHY

 Am I worthy of talking about

http://lauriepace.blogspot.com/2011/05/
baptism-watercolor-by-texas-artist.html

the stars and the beauty?
Am I worthy of suspecting
love or you?
I sing because I need
To take a breath, but do not hear me!
I was born and lived as a child!
Subjugated, not a rebel...
I admired what it was offered to me,
I did not doubt, I was incapable of ...
The stars explode
Reborn and aflame.
I, as I came, so I will leave.
You dwell on it, which was not given to you
And when you won it with bloody struggle
Your wounds did not let you enjoy it ...
You conquered the lost god of my world
And I, although I wished you to keep it,
I did not have the courage to ally
In your last fight.
You stood alone, knocked
By a fatal blow in the stomach.
You called me but I continued
To serve the idols
Of their established gods ...
I was afraid to evolve.
I preferred  their thumbs.
So how can I live now without you?
I was not worthy of you ... But I can not bare that ...

differenceQ

Άλλο είμαι εγώ
Άλλο είσαι εσύ
Πρώτα-πρώτα
Κι αν πόναγα
Επ' ουδενί
Δε θα 'θελα
Να σε πονέσω
Κι αν πέθαινα
Θα το 'ξερες
Απ' όλους πρώτος
Για να κλάψεις
Ήσυχα- ήσυχα
Να το συνηθίσεις
Να προλάβεις
Να μου πεις αντίο
Για να μην είσαι
Μόνος μετά
Ούτε άπελπις
Να προλάβω
Να σου πω πριν
Μην αμφιβάλλεις
Αν μπορούσα
Να μη φύγω
Θα'ταν για εσένα
Πάντα σ' αγαπώ
Σε περιμένω
Αγαπώ τη ζωή
Γιατί εκεί
Υπάρχεις εσύ

Read more: http://velissariou11.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_11.html#ixzz1XgO7ozmz