ΧΡΥΣΑ ΒΕΛΗΣΣΑΡΙΟΥ

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

APART (9/11)

DEADEND	COMPLAINT	SELFCENTERED	TOO EMOTIONAL
Curse on you! You step on me as I am trash!	Do You feel neat now, once you hurt Me so bad?	What kind of girl are you? Just care for your sake!	I am so hurt, see? I feel half dead… Oh Gosh…!

FOUR MORE III (9/11)

HISTORY	ACHE	SORROW	LOVE
The arc life draws, same start to same end: Born-Dead	What is the need of pain? It seems both: Warn-Learn	I need to weep each time I loose a life battle…	Wake up! Love Earth! Love beings! Love self! Love brings wealth!

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

THREE MORE III (9/11)

JOY	GLANCE	LOVER
Kiss me! Your lips are more than red wine. I fly!	Do you think I dare to see your face? It glows!	I am not yours I just lend my soul for free!

FOUR MORE II (9/11)

http://www.zazzle.com/lust+art

TEMPTATION	LONELINESS	IRONY	DESIRE
Hi babe, do not you wish once a more… hot bite?	What the heck it should be there a soul near me!	There are so much slaves for so few lords in deed...	I long for your urge, nude, lying on my crimped sheets...

FOUR MORE (9/11)

SACRILEGE	MOTIVATION	CURSING	INVOCATION
What could be worse than to hurt the good? Big shame!	The rest of us, do not stay idle. Hey, stand up!	I hate men who use nice souls. They are just beasts!	You are my whole life. Cut the chain! Please, free me!

Monday, 4 June 2012

THREE MORE II (9/11)

Yulia Brodskaya’s mind-blowing “Babushka” http://www.odditycentral.com/tag/quilling

ODDITY	ADOLESCENCE	MY KIDS
Who then could make me cry more than you? Odd love...	Be fair! Do not keep me in a pot Trees grow!	You are four fruits, four suns, four live aims to me!

THE INEVITABLE II

http://www.flickr.com/photos/24443965@N08/2624853203/sizes/o/in/photostream/

She's in panic!

She woke up and real life was still a nightmare.

Whatever she created is canceling her.

It is shouting at her face: "You did wrong!"

She refuses to reject what enabled her to thrive.

http://www.danoah.com/2011/10/the-fall-of-man.html

I do not know where I arrived,
I don't know to where I go. I create.
A nebula operative is my life ,
adventitious condensing stellar mass
built up stars, romances blossomed.
I felt, I sensed disarming, ideal loves,
of which make you get enough,
of which keep you filled,
such that you think they never come back,
and when they are lost, you doubt,
but you deny that they were wrong.
The worst shock, the larger vortex,
the terrible temptation, as always
the inopportune, the incongruous, the to nowhere,
the flaming, the desperate love.
The one which comes uninvited
to carry away any structured paradise of yours
which destroys any of your balanced data.
The one which inevitably ends abruptly, in deadlocks,
for those to whom the logic exceeds the feelings,
to the souls to whom the balancing of their galaxy,
depends on the sacrifice of their personal liberty
depends on the metron which they put in the measureless,
depends on the weakness in front of the finality.
Or I should say it depends on the nemesis...

THREE MORE (9/11)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ladybugrock/3663979730/sizes/z/in/photostream/

JUDAS KISS	THE DEFFENSE	BEING’S STATEMENT
Kiss meant Thorn was… You nailed my heart… Loss in lust!	All in one! Love is the gun! Hate go! Rose grow!	Have fun! Short life must run… Death lose one more turn!