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Monday, 27 May 2013

ΑΠΟΣΠΑΣΜΑΤΑ ΑΠΟ ΤΑ "ΤΕΛΕΥΤΑΙΑ ΠΟΙΗΜΑΤΑ ΤΟΥ ΕΡΩΤΑ" ΤΟΥ PAUL ELUARD (1895-1952) [EΛΛΗΝΙΚΑ _ ] _ 11 "ΠΕΣ ΓΙΑ ΕΡΩΤΑ" ΑΠΟ ΤΟ "Η ΚΡΑΤΑΙΑ ΕΠΙΘΥΜΙΑ ΝΑ ΚΡΑΤΗΣΕΙ "


Η σιωπή μας θα σιγήσει την καταιγίδα
Θα εξημερώσει τα σκιερά φυλλώματα
ανάμεσα στα δικά μου δύο χέρια εγκαταλειμμένα σε εμένα.
II
Αυτή η βάρκα βυθιζόταν για πάντα στην ομίχλη
Όσο και πιο μακριά να υποστηρίζει το μίσος
Όλο και πιο κοντά, λέει ο Έρωτας.
III
Τα μάτια που 'χαν ζωντάνια, δύναμη, αθωότητα
Ανάλαφρα τα στήθη καθώς μ' όλα γέλαγε
Και η θάλασσα εκτοπίζει την άμμο από το θρόνο της.

Μετάφραση στα ελληνικά δική μου


EXTRAITS PAR LES « DERNIERS POÈMES D’AMOUR » DE PAUL ELUARD (1895-1952) [FRANÇAIS – ITALIANO] – 11
« DIT DE L’AMOUR », PAR « LE DUR DÉSIR DE DURER »

I
Notre silence fera taire la tempête
Assagira le feuillage profond
J’ai dans les mains deux mains abandonnées.
II
Ce bateau s’enfonçait à jamais dans la brume
De loin en loin qui dit la haine
De proche en proche dit l’amour.
III
Les yeux d’air vif souveraine innocente
Les seins légers elle riait de tout
Et la mer dispersa la sable de son trône


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WHEN.../ OTAN...

ΟΤΑΝ...

Όταν μπορέσει να ξεφύγει 
από την άγρια τροχοπέδη που ασκεί 
μες στην ψυχή του ο κούφιος φόβος της,
ίσως οι ευαισθησίες κι η ενόραση,
που αυτή του γέννησε,
ν'ανθίσουν λεκτικά μπουμπούκια
μιας ουράνιας αρμονίας...
Αραιά και πού πετάει με
το ποδάρι του δεμένο σε βαρίδι,
που παρευθύς τον καταρρίπτει όμως καθώς,
όσο οι στιγμές που τον γητέψαν φωτεινές,
τόσο στις γειτονιές του ερέβους
καθημερνά τον εγκλωβίζει
-άθελα, ωστόσο τελεσίδικα-
αφού ο έρωτας ανηλεώς ενώνει τις ζωές
κι όσο πιο δυνατός, 
κι όσο πιο στερημένος,
τόσο πιο απελπισμένος και φονιάς...

WHEN ...

When he 'll be able to escape 
the wild brake with which 
her hollow fear holds his soul,
then perhaps the sensitivities and the insights 
which she gave birth in him,
will blossom verbally buds
of celestial harmony ...
Sparsely he tries to fly
but his foot is chained to her plumb,
which however brings him down right away as ,
the more the moments which bewitched him 
are bright,
the worst she entraps him 
day by day
in the neighborhoods of Erebus
-unintentionally but irrevocably-
since Eros unites lives mercilessly 
and the stronger He is,
and the more hungry,
the more desperate and cruel He becomes ...

(c)ΧρύσαΒελησσαρίου2013

http://www.flickr.com/photos/billoberstjr/8359269362/sizes/o/in/photostream/

Monday, 13 May 2013

INNER SELF'S ERRUPTION

My Inner Self by Jeff Hopp
I need to be formless
I need to be silenced
I need to fly away like
the birds when they're scared
I'm in a rush but 
I must do it right
I'm in a rush because 
I am terrified
I 'm so alone to
deal with my dark side!
No one can follow
I must all this hide
Even from you your love
made my mind to blow
I need to extinguish in
a space unknown
where I will cry and shout
until I fall down
No matter if I can come back
the pain is so strong
I can do nothing else
than let myself go
The wind uprooted me
no juice feeds my flesh
no passion for a living thing
no love keep me back
I want to be liquid
to flow towards a sea
of which the depths are obscure
and their hunger is deep
I don't want to fulfill my fate
I just want to stop here
I feel this moment is not far
serenity is near...

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

Thursday, 9 May 2013

A BILINGUAL WEEPING TO THE HUMANS WHO STILL ARE PARANOIACLY LOST ALL OVER THE GLOBE WITHOUT ANY TRUE REASON






























































Α...ρματα, βόμβες, πύραυλοι, όπλα, διαμελισμένα ανθρώπινα 
    σώματα
Γ...ια εμένα είναι εικόνες σε μια οθόνη ή φωτογραφίες

Ν...α ζω έμαθα σε ειρήνης παράδεισο

Ο... πόλεμος δε θέρισε στον τόπο μου όσο υπάρχω

Ο...μως ο τρόμος ίπταται, μανούλα είμαι πολλών γιων

Υ...ποτίθεται οι άντρες είναι κυνηγοί κι οι μάχητες τους

Μ...ασκαρεύουν σε υπερασπιστές των κεκτημένων. Ποτέ δεν

Ε...νιωσα ασφαλής, το σπίτι μου στο μάτι του κυκλώνα της 
    Μέσης Ανατολής
Ν...α χαθείς αιμοσταγές φάσμα που στοιχειώνεις 
    τις νύχτες μου με
Ο...ράματα χαμένων στρατιωτών, προγόνων που ποτέ δεν
    επέστρεψαν κι ουρλιάζουν από το χρονοντούλαπο της
Ι...στορίας εισερχόμενοι στο Ιερό της τρυφερής ψυχής μου 
    να μου θυμίζουν

Π...οιος ο χειρότερος εφιάλτης της ανθρώπινης φυλής

Ο...που μαυροντυμένες γυναίκες ξεπουλούν τις καρδιές τους 
στους Ισχυρούς
Λ...εφτά δε δέχονται αντάλλαγμα, ψυχές το αντίτιμο

Ε...ντός του αποτρόπαιου σφαγείου

Μ...άτια νεκρών νεανίσκων

Ο...ρθάνοιχτα στηλώνονται ανέκφραστα

Υ...πέρ του αδιέξοδου μέλλοντος της αποκαλούμενης 
    δήθεν Ανθρωπότητας




M...issiles,guns, bombs, dismembered victims

I... see them on media from afar I live in a
......peace paradise
S...ince I was born, WAR didn't come to mow
......in my place
S...o afraid I am often though, they say men
......are hunters
I...'m many sons' mother, danger's always
......near disguised in their aquired's defense
N...ever feel safe, my home's serene point's
......in Middle East's active crater
G...o away so long soaked in blood, horrible
......specter terrifying my nights!

P...hantoms soldiers of my ancestors who never
......came back reveal themselves out of history's dustbin
E...ntering in my heart's love temple
......to remind me
O...f human race's worst dark nightmare where weeping ......women
P...ay more than money to the mighty ones

L...ife is the price in massacres' abhorrent
.......marketplace where wide open
E...yes of dead youth stare expressionlessly
.......humanity's future deadlock

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013



(c)ChryssoulaVelissariou2013

VOICELESS



What could she sing to him now?
He does not want to hear
How to speak about harmony?
He has his ears clogged with wax
Unwisely though he's tied
on the life's mast
he spends the now
he leaves her deficient
Was this love or just passion?
He grabbed his entire
piece of lust
undisciplined he devours
The prey of pleasure
Was this love or just passion?
She is touching her members
At nights she feels
She is half.
With muffled inarticulate
Shouts she invites
Her dream in lack
The priestess of love
Refuses to be
Uninvolved, although glorious
Just a faceless executioner
in the sacrifice's feast.

(c) ChrysaVelissariou2013

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

ΓΙΝ-ΓΙΑΝΓΚ................................................YIN-YANG

YIN-YANG A PAINTING BY JIM THOMPSON



Γευτείτε την ηδονή του σκοτεινού..................Taste 
μέσα απ'τα ποιήματά μου, αλλά όμως το........the Dark's 
φωτεινό είναι ο σκοπός τους, ως........pleasure through
εντός τους αναδύονται όσοι................my poems even
πόνο και θλίψη έπλασαν.......though Bright is their aim
να ξαναγεννηθούν...............For them who tortured by
να ενδυναμωθούν..............pain and sorrow are reborn
ν'ανατείλουν............fortified and more shining rise
σε λαμπρή.........up again by their next soul's morning
αίγλη ω-..crowned with the blinding glory of experience
ραίοι!........thirsty for joy and happiness and beauty!

Monday, 28 January 2013

ΜΙΣΟΥΣ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ / HATE'S HAIKU







ΜΙΣΟΥΣ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ

Κάποτε μισώ
το άφαντο άλλο μου μισό
μ'άφησε μισό...


HATE'S HAIKU

sometimes I do hate
my other half,unseen mate
my heart's cut in half


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75AjVDKPqYo&feature=youtu.be



NOTE: It is widely known the semiological value of the so ancient rooted greek language. This haiku is about an interesting greek word, the word ME'SOS (ΜΊΣΟΣ). This ME'SOS toned in ME' means HATE and toned in SOS' (ΜΙΣΌΣ) means HALF. It is known the two ancient words have the same origin...and what's the semiology? When you hate you become half you lose the other half this human who was before by your heart and now is away.

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

GREECE, USA AND NIGERIA TALK ABOUT POETRY AND AGAPE


GREECE, NIGERIA AND USA TALK ABOUT 
POETRY AND AGAPE

I do not know you
but your image is projected
through your tongue
-and what I need to see
from you
from so far away
is this wordy image-
I find it so beautiful!
“ Our souls are related
though we will probably never meet
in "real" space
I call you real friend”
You are so kind!
I‘ll never be enough kind for you
I‘ll need to be excused
by you many times ...
It is my inexcusable spontaneity
which always causes me problems...
We are strange kind of persons!
We have the talent to
put our soul on our words
although we have conscience of
the dangers
We dare because
we can live only
by sharing this very soul
“We are not afraid of danger
Our passion for language is greater than
any possible fear of being criticized”
I must admit though
I am not so courageous...
I just do it because it presses me
I must sing!
I cannot do nothing else!
When I didn't dare to write
I was singing aloud to myself
But there is a moment
sooner or later
for each of us
that we want to fly over every barrier
“Poetry is the world
Wish our peace and love could exist
in the minds of all people
living on this fragile rocky starship”
Then our voice would find the means
to go anywhere we want
I always believed that God loves humans
and poets are the voice of His love
We could sing a poem for peace
no matter where
no matter with whom...
The song of Agape
“Agape is the breath of life”
It is great the meeting of souls!
Bare naked souls
have nothing to share than agape
Sacred Love as Plato said
this kind of love sanctify the bodies too
the minds meet together
they try to come together
to do not fight
to be steadily in an angelic state
There is no reason for any argument
There where souls are met!

A poem almost a talk between tree poets
me, Elaine Polin and my new Nigerian friend Emmanuel-Abdalmasih Samson.

ARE WE EVER TOGETHER?


Monday, 14 January 2013

HOME RAPE


HOME RAPE
Woman, wife, dame, little girl!
Rose, open rose, red rose, bud
Did you ever really know how fragrant you are?
How many of you really? How many of you?
Could happy and satisfied mother give birth to a human beast?
I doupt! You don't take the love you need...
I see trampled roses all over the earth
Some they just lay there waiting their death
Did you ever suspected of how much you've deprived?
Did you ever imagine with how much evil  your 
daughters and sisters on your ignorance collide?
How many of you have you even let yourself touch your body?
How many times did you feel raped by your hubby?
How many parts of yourself you sacrifice on the altar of family peace?
Tell me the truth! Did you never feel at least a slave of  your deeds?
What did they try to teach you? Your needs and your body are filthy
Your pleasure a danger! Your paradise orgasms a trouble to the ego of your "baby"
Some old witches in Afrika or else dare to cut and mutilate your precious pussy
in the name of their bias, an old terror your lust corrupts your morality
You better never feel it, that way you are more convenient utensil Glory
You stay pathetic...Your sweetheart can take all he needs why then to  worry?
Let me ask you something... Why God offered this festive triumph in your body?
Learn to enjoy it! It's your part of creation's feast! 
It is given to  promote your power to bear that
you are the columns of life, you deserve to be full at the least!
Dive in your intrinsic given joy, love and ecstasy 
so you can bear sperms grafted with buds which have at last
human excellence's identity!