ALTHOUGH YOU NEVER ANSWER

Please make me believe

Again nothing that we felt 

Has been changed yet

Please in my fired dream

I need our love not to fall

Apart like the rest

Please tell me in our world

At least I won't cease to be

Irreplacable

Please just make me hope 

For you I'm most worthy and still

Indispensable 

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

A NO CHANCE LOVESTORY

Pompeo Batoni - Diana and Cupid [1761]

"The real beloved is that one who is unique, who is your beginning and your end. When you find that one, you'll no longer expect anything else. ~ Rumi"
A girl once existed by her soulmate unaware of it and blind
A man once was living near the only girl who could make him happy but he tried to pair with other girls and hurt himself cos he didn't see, he just was blind
He left her go and he travelled on the sea marking himself with tatoos of sorrow
It just was fatal, blame only fate, sometimes we're so near happiness but we suffer from blindness
He stayed always a son though he was eager to become a father
She became a mother for every son, even for the father of her sons
She never lived as the woman she dreamt
That was the way Fate decided to make them see
Don't blame anyone else, it was fatal: the eager father to recognise then the sole mother
When time had passed and none of them could be saved anymore
Sometimes someone really is your beginning and your end but blame Fate you miss the in between...What could we say? That just is fatal...

DREAMS HAIKU

Dreams count for a while

Don't hope they last for ever

Live them when they come

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

SAD

I 'm so sad

every time I

go away from you

I feel so bad

I 'm in pain

every time I

cut our binding string 

starts a tears' rain

'Tis funny

every time I

feel lost like rich men

without money

'Tis funny

cos I know that

you're always the bee

in my honey

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

ELDON LUCE'S HAIKU 14/5/13

Hidden on time’s track

Obscuring tracks back to you

The mist and moss grow 

Βρύα κι αχλή σκιάζουν 

τις ράγες του χρόνου μη

κι έρθω πίσω σου

ελεύθερη μετάφραση από εμένα του ωραιότατου Χαϊκού του Eldon Luce

Art by Bernard Faucon

In my lonely heart
In folds on floors where we slept
Your image remains

Έρμη η καρδιά μου
το σεντόνι καταγής
τη μορφή σου έχει

Ελεύθερη μετάφραση δική μου στο πανέμορφο Χαϊκού του Eldon Luce

ΑΗΔΟΝΙΟΥ ΧΑΪΚΟΥ / NIGHTINGALE'S HAIKU

Κι αφού τ' αηδόνι 

την αυγή κελαηδήσει

ξυπνά η ζωή ξανά

Since the nightingale

has sung its trills at dawn

life awakes again

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

ANOTHER GOD

It is something so hard and cruel to be in love!
You think you are so happy you can exchange
your whole life for a small part of time 
just to be near body and soul
your self diffuses in his
you could erase and kill
your whole logic world
nothing matters
your "only
god" rules
death
(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

A DETAIL

I am this little something

that came and will go

in a minute, tomorrow

in a number of years

I am not afraid

I created and I loved a lot

I am passionate with life

I always were conscient

I am not for ever though

Life can be

and I exist to push this forth!

In the meanwhile, babe

we had a lot of fun

and we will, isn't it? 

TO BE OR NOT TO BE?

Να ζει κανείς; Αφού θα σβήσει...

Ν' ανθίζει ανθός; Θα μαραθεί...

Μα υπάρχει λόγος! 

Λόγος κοινός για κάθε ον!

Για να κεράσει Ομορφιά.

Εντός ή Εκτός...

Κι η Ομορφιά διαχέεται 

παντού και πάντα

και γίνεται Έρωτας

και ωθεί τη Ζωή 

να γεννηθεί ξανά...

(c)ΧρύσαΒελησσαρίου2013

To live but since we pass away...

To bloom but since the flowers wither

There is a reason though!

A reason common to every being!

We come to offer Beauty

internally or externally

And Beauty diffuses

everywhere and always

and becomes Love 

and Love pushes Life 

to be born again...

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

AMOR FATI

http://www.flickr.com/photos/qisur/4351237536/

AMOR FATI... γιατί 

αν είσαι ακόμα εδώ και ξέρεις πως θα φύγεις, 

μόνο αγαπώντας τη μοίρα σου 

κι ό,τι έγινες μέσα απ' αυτή, 

θα Ζήσεις. 

Δε θέλω απλά να περάσω. 

Θέλω να περάσω νιώθωντας δυνατά 

κάποτε υπερβαίνοντας και το γραμμένο 

(υπέρ μόρον) 

κι ο λογαριασμός για τα σπασμένα 

μετά...δεκτός. 

Πάντα ό,τι είχα το χόρταινα...

όσο το είχα. 

Ή τουλάχιστον προσπάθησα!