"Flying from light to dark"

The following text is my participation in a project called 240". More details about it you can find here and you can read the original greek version of the text here.

The good moments and the bad, like light and dark. The good and the bad inside us, like the sun and the shade. The day and the night. White and black. Like the black words on the white backround of the page. And there, in between, I exist too like everyone else.

There, in between, I'm living and balancing, once in the light and once in the dark. My past, my present, my future. People, feelings, lyrics, music, words are going through my life and my mind on a daily basis. I'm burned by the light and I'm smother by the dark. And other times the light nourishes me and the dark scares me.

That's life... white light and black dark. And from there words are born.

Because life is for flying away from grey. Grey that has only a few words inside it.

"Whisper" (a poem)

Small note: Yes, among other things I write poems (anything that helps expressing my feelings and thoughts is welcomed). So, I decided to start posting them here. They're part of my microcosm anyway....!

Whisper in my ear

those last words of yours

Before I put the knife

into your precious heart

Like you did once before

Whisper inside my soul

to turn grey into a darker tone

Breath so I can hear you come

and leave, run away, hide

Once and for all

"Almost"

This is the original text and photo which were my participation in a project called "25th Hour".You can learn more about the project here and my text in its greek version here.

Most of us "almost" live our lives. We "almost" love, we "almost" work, we "almost" laugh, we are "almost" ourselves, we "almost" live.

And this way life passes, people enter and exit our lives, things happen and experiences are documented in the hard disc of our minds.

Until that moment comes, when everything is falling into place and something magical happens: you're finally ready to live. You feel comfortable and strong enough that the hour has come, the 25th hour, to do everything you were afraid of doing and live the life that you really wanted to. 

Years pass and life is short, so at that magic moment you're deciding that you're going to truly live: you're going to love, taste, smile, pay attention to the beautiful things around you, you're going to feel happy that you're breathing, you're going to create, notice the small things that give a pinch of color in life, you're going to be yourself, express your feelings, be free, look at the sky and think that this is just the beginning!

Photo of the day!

(Un)blocked window

In my mother's work office there is some renovation work in progress and these days the windows are closed until the new glass is ready. I payed her a visit and I couldn't leave without adding something nice for her to see while working.....

Hello, chaos!

There is a song that says "bad things come in twos" (you can listen to it here). Bad things can come in twos, threes, fours, fives, etc. Sometimes one bad thing happens and then bad things keep coming and you find yourself totally outside your comfort zone, with a chaos in your life and a micro-chaos inside your mind.

 What do you do then? 

First of all, don't give up! Keep going and fighting. Don't give up on your goals, your dreams,  life, others, yourself.

Another very important thing to do is to admit (to yourself basically) that things are not ok. From that point you will be able to start repairing the world inside and outside yourself. 

For the "repairing period"... do things that you like, have fun, go out, meet people you love and talk to others for serious and not so serious things, create (if you're the creative type, difficult times are very productive). 

And day by day, step by step, start re-building everything, do those things you were afraid of doing, try new ones, continue doing older ones and one day you'll wake up one morning and you'll think....

"Oh, it's over! And how nice is everything here ...!".

Running away

Movement....

Travelling....

The view of the road and the sun from the bus window....