ΧΡΥΣΑ ΒΕΛΗΣΣΑΡΙΟΥ

Saturday, 9 June 2012

...KEEP DREAMING...

http://www.cuded.com/2012/05/wonderful-photography-by-joel-robison/

What 's the meaning of dreams and fiddlesticks!
What 's the use of caramelized realities!
Live!
Do you bear to live?
Do you have the courage to live?
Being able to look the present outside the box and continue?
To be taunted by your own children, to feel guilty and continue?
To do not panic of death, nor to flirt with death and just keep going?
To feel that "everything flows", that "nothing remains",
that "you know nothing" and "no one have really known you" and keep whistling indifferently ?
To say "I have loved" through your heart, without waiting to be loved in return?
Welcoming it to happen, whenever it comes without protest, as often it happens,
familiar with the possibility of its end and of pain?
That exactly means to be a human, to "see upper" because you have to climb uphill or
when fallen down, arrogantly to get up and to keep going ...
Beat that now, if you can!

TALKING TO MYSELF

http://collectingwords.blogspot.gr/2007/08/verbose-unctuous-erudite-garrulous.html

Be not
so
proud
for
your
work!
You
talk
too much...

YOUR MATE

http://justunderthesurface.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/lempicka_green_dress.png

She feels lost
Lost!
You are suffering
You hurt
Your body is eaten away
She was worshiping this body
How to react?
What to do?
How to intervene?
They say love heals
But you were loved!
So much loved indeed...
Weakness
Fait accompli
Her sorrow is worthless logically
You...
You are experiencing the tragedy
It's your pain
Doubled in her heart
Insidiously eroding her
Hidden destroying her
You are in tyranny!
She is twice
by the blight coming
from your body
which once was saving her
as you were saved by hers
Contagious loss
Born alone
as everyone...
Deserted now
a soul's blackout!
Slaughtered
bleeding her soul
Thinking selfishly
your suffering worn in her body

Sinking
Neither you can save her
The fatal blow
You refused to reach her hand
Love needs a common path
You think you protect her
She felt just excluded
in suffocation
Begging for mercy
Distorted by your loss
Annihilated in the range
of your possible death
It's hell
stepped by fear and ignorance

Let her come close
to see
to realize
Withdrawn back in your shell
licking your wounds
gathering forces
in contemplation:
Who could say you were wrong?
But for her
this distance is murdering

See
she can live only close to you
You still exist
her only solace
Her world was underpinned
by your common dream only

Η ΣΥΝΤΡΟΦΟΣ

John William Waterhouse, HELPLESS MOMENT

Χάνεται.
Χάνεται, όταν σκέφτεται,
πόσο υποφέρεις. Πόσο πονάς.
H αρρώστια κατατρώει
το κορμί σου, που λάτρεψε.
Πώς ν' αντιδράσει;
Τι να κάνει;
Πώς να επέμβει;
Λένε η αγάπη θεραπεύει.
Μα αγαπηθήκατε! Ως που δεν παίρνει...
Αδυναμία μπροστά στο τετελεσμένο.
Η θλίψη της λογικά δε μετρά καν,
εσύ βιώνεις την τραγωδία.
Το άλγος σου, ωστόσο, την πονά διπλά,
τη διαβρώνει ύπουλα,την παρασύρει υποχθόνια.
Τυραννιέσαι! Κι αυτή διπλά
με το σαράκι απ' το δικό σου κορμί.
Που κάποτε μπορούσε και λύτρωνε,
καθώς εσύ λύτρωνες το δικό της.
Μεταδοτικός ο χαμός.
Γεννήθηκε μόνη, όπως όλοι...
Πλέον η ερημιά, σκοτοδίνη!
Σφάζεται, ματοκυλιέται η ψυχή της,
να σκέφτεται εγωιστικά
το δικό σου μαρτύριο, στο δικό της κορμί.
Βυθίζεται, ούτε εσύ μπορείς να τη σώσεις.
Θανατηφόρο το χτύπημα.
Όταν αρνήθηκες το χέρι, που σου έτεινε.
Όταν δεν ένιωσες πως η αγάπη χρειάζεται κοινή πορεία.
Δεν την προφύλαξες, την απέκλεισες, της κέρασες ασφυξία.
Εκλιπαρούσε για έλεος.
Αλλοιώθηκε απ' τη δική σου απώλεια.
Εξαϋλώνεται στο φάσμα του δικού σου θανάτου.
Κόλαση κάτω απ' το πέλμα του φόβου και της άγνοιας.
Δεν την άφησες να πλησιάσει, να δει, να συνειδητοποιήσει.
Αποτραβήχτηκες στο καβούκι σου, γλείφοντας πληγές, μαζεύοντας δυνάμεις, σε περισυλλογή.
Ποιος θα τολμούσε ποτέ να σου αποδώσει ευθύνες;
Αλλά εκείνη, αυτή η παράλογη απόσταση τη σκοτώνει.
Δε ζει, μόνο κοντά σου μπορεί.
Για όσο υπάρχεις,την παρηγορείς.
Υποστύλωνε τον κόσμο της με το κοινό σας όνειρό μόνο.

Thursday, 7 June 2012

REGENERATION

http://www.vishanseenath.com/sringara.html

What shyness? Do not wonder.
Everyone deserves to feel it at least once.
To be undressed from his physical body,
and put on the other, the lustful, the bright.
It is usually possible only through a true love,
caused by the winged Eros:
The fairy is emerging within you,
and the body of him appears like
of an ancient god for your eyes only,
resurrected against the flow of time.
You love it.
Every detail.
Each feature.
Each of its defects.
You expect that it will complete your own...
How fitting they are together ...
Your bodies are now enchanted.
Purified by the pleasure from any wrinkle,
mutated, they seem ethereal.
His own, your precious loot and
yours, his coveted brand new toy ...

FEMALES I	FEMALES II	FEMALES III
You doll, do not look smart! Be Just Work Of art!	Get rid of that chick, male bird! No eggs of gold…	Big tits Are More Worth Than Big Deeds. Sure! Watch, girl!

POLITICS

POLITICS I	POLITICS II	POLITICS III
Dear Lord! Please, do not let fools rule as sage monks	No need to be right. World is led by null mind.	To be boss needs no skills or force. Be cruel wolf!

http://www.backwoodshome.com/blogs/OliverDelSignore/2012/04/01/truth-in-toons-politics-edition/

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…!