THE PRICE

Outside it is raining.
I do not sleep.
I work endlessly.
I'm exhausted.
That way I don't think.
That way  I don't remember.
I know now what I mustn't... 
I must not hope.
It must not feel.
Because I hurt you
More then ...
I 'm no longer your life ...
I am your death!
Beloved!
So death should
Hide in the grave,
Rot in the soil.
I ceased to serve  
The beautiful ...
I'm savoring the vinegar
Of my excesses
I pay the price.
Let it be...

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I'm talking about my poetry ...

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Our child 's travelling to India ...
She 'll be published in the neighborhoods of the world ...
Shamelessly exposing herself to the eyes
Of sensual bystanders ...
She 's screaming caressing
Unknown hungry souls ...
Within the boundaries of adolescence
I can no longer control her.
I smell on her the traces of
Sacrilegious ejaculations!
My wandering pain!
I wanted to offer her just to you ...
I feel that the destination
Does not depend now on the traveler.
Among our outreaching hands is
Gaping devastating void!
Even though I want to touch you,
Starvorous universe is inserted between.
I have nothing to keep from you anymore
Exclusively for me ... I'm losing you!
Give me, give me back a little light!

ACQUIRED (I)

"Prince Arthur and the Fairy Queen" byJohann Heinrich Füssli; scene from The Faerie Queene

Is she his own? Or lies
Are whispering the linden
Aroma so soothing,
Like that, which's emitting
her flesh by near.
Oh! He craves for her acquired ...
But she 's flying in her dreams.
She's often away ...
A butterfly so fragile
She flies on wild roses
Is given to dangerous,
Dizzying turbulences ...
Vainly is he opening and closing his arms?
She slips as the gentle breeze 
which 's playing with her unrestrained hair ...
He didn't manage to enclose her
Inside their little house made of stone
To bind his fairy
With his eros embraces
Her stolen headscarf
To bury deep
To do not let her find it and remember,
Awaken inside her the nostalgia
For her winged ilk ...
Her fugue pushes away his nightmares
Maintains helas the panic!
Axe threatening,
The suspicion of rejection ...

ACQUIRED (II)

http://iberianature.com/wildworld/category/china/

Look at me!
Is that me? No!
I've changed, petrified ...
Look at me!
Dare to look at me!
And yet ... I, I am ...
So don 't leave me
So lonely ...
So do not cry!
You have me!
In another form
But you got me ...
My precious!
Would I let you
Ever helpless?
Would I let you
Ever in the desert?
Once I was born for you!
I wandered so much
On the streets of my life
To find you ...
I'm so tired!
Ah, could we ever snuggle up side by side?

ΚΕΚΤΗΜΕΝΗ (ΙΙ)

Norman Rockwell: "Second Holiday" 1939 Oil on canvas, 33 3/4 x 47 1/4

Κοίταξέ με!
Είμαι εγώ; Όχι!
Άλλαξα, πέτρωσα...
Κοίταξέ με!
Τόλμα να με κοιτάς!
Κι όμως...εγώ είμαι...
Γι' αυτό μη μ' αφήνεις
Τόσο μόνη...
Γι' αυτό μην κλαις!
Έχεις εμένα!
Σ' άλλη μορφή
Μα εμένα έχεις...
Ακριβέ μου!
Θα σ' άφηνα εγώ
Ποτέ ανήμπορο;
Θα σ' άφηνα εγώ
Ποτέ στην ερημιά;
Αφού για εσένα γεννήθηκα!
Περιπλανήθηκα τόσο
Στους δρόμους της ζωής
Για να σε βρω...
Είμαι κουρασμένη!
Αχ, να κουρνιάζαμε αντάμα!

ΟΛΙΚΗ ΕΚΛΕΙΨΗ ΣΕΛΗΝΗΣ

Είναι μέρες... που
Η Σελήνη ολόγιομη
Εξέλειψε για εμένα...
Σήμερα απλά παρατήρησα
Το φυσικό φαινόμενο...
Γράφω,βλέπεις, για εσένα
Κι ούτε που με διαβάζεις πια...
Το φως του ετερόφωτου είναι μου
Είναι μέρες... που επισκιάστηκε
Απ' την ογκώδη απουσία σου...
Γη μου! Χώμα μου! Πηγή της ζωής μου!
Λαμπρό το φως του ήλιου, που αντίκρισα!
Έρωτας, ήλιος φλεγόμενος μ' απανθράκωσε...
Περιδιαβαίνω στο Σύμπαν νεκρή...
Κι ΕΣΥ νομίζεις πως πεθαίνεις...
Νομίζεις πως μολύνθηκες, πως σαπίζεις...
Νομίζεις πως αρρώστησες, επειδή το κορμί σου ασθενεί...
Το ΕΡΕΒΟΣ, που ζω ΕΓΩ, το νιώθεις;
Το τι είναι ν' αντιληφθείς την ύπαρξη του φωτός,Ακριβώς καθώς το χάνεις;
Πρέπει... να κρύβω μέσα στα σπλάχνα μου
Πολύ σκληρή πέτρα την απάθεια...
Πολύ βαρύ μέταλλο την ακηδία...
Εξοντωτική την αφωνία και την ταφή...
ΕΓΩ πεθαίνω! Εγώ πέθανα...
Θνητοί, αυτό που ακούτε
Δεν είμαι εγώ!
Είναι  η ηχώ
Αυτού, που ήμουν,
Όταν για εμένα
Υπήρχε ακόμα ΦΩΣ!

ΓΙΑΤΙ ΚΑΤΑΔΙΚΗ; VIDEOPOEM ΑΠΑΓΓΕΛΕΙ: ΧΡΥΣΑ ΒΕΛΗΣΣΑΡΙΟΥ

CONDEMNATION WHY?

Missing You.jpg

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I did not  tell you,you do not love me!
I know you 'd die for me ... as I would too ...
I know that you wanted life to be
Less harsh with you and me ...
So you could feel like 
You have the right to claim me for your own,
The kind of "your own" is now only your silence ...
Yours to grab my  hand, when you hurt 
Yours to cry in my arms
Yours not to have to steal me, from anyone else who loves me
From anyone who managed to offer me, what you would like
To have the power to throw as precious gifts in front of me  ...
Yours to have the right to die looking into my eyes ...
You know ... that, even if you just were suggesting this, it would be real ...
You know ... that, this ending I would be dreaming too...
You know ... that this time it isn't an illusion ...
You know ... but you are so tired to hope ...
Look what happens to us eventually, for God's sake! 
For the sake of our dream we are
Murdering in cold blood what we were allowed to possess...
We lose the essence, the presence, the present, my love!
Why should you hide from me? 
Why don 't you leave me even to get close to you?
Doesn't hurt the NOTHING more than the SOMETHING?
With  our eyes alone, didn't we see the unknown galaxy between our tracks? 
Would you like this to do not have happened?
I'd prefer not to have lived, if , even that way, it wouldn't ...

ALWAYS ALONE? VIDEOPOEM / READER IN GREEK CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

ΠΑΝΤΑ ΜΟΝΟΣ; VIDEOPOEM / ΑΠΑΓΓΕΛΕΙ: ΧΡΥΣΑ ΒΕΛΗΣΣΑΡΙΟΥ