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Πρέπει να ‘ναι δύσκολη
η δουλειά του ποιητή.
Προσωπικά, δεν το ξέρω.
Εγώ σ’ όλη μου τη ζωή
έγραφα μόνο
κάτι μακριά, απελπισμένα γράμματα
για τις άνυδρες συνοικίες,
τα ’κλεινα σε μπουκάλια
και τα πετούσα στους υπονόμους.

                                                    - Tζένη Mαστοράκη


Πηγή

Translation Attempt - Απόπειρα Ερμηνείας

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

                                                                    - Robert Frost

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Του Ψύχους και του Πυρός

Για άλλους, ο κόσμος στο πύρ θα εκτοξευθεί.

Για κάποιους, στο ψύχος θα παραδωθει.

Απο όσα η Επιθυμία μου εδίδαξε,

Η φλόγα είναι πιο κραταιή.

Μ'αν η καταστροφή ήτο να επαναληφθεί,

Νομίζω πως τα δόγματα του Μίσους

Θα λέγαν πως του ψύχους η οργή

Είναι ιδίου μεγέθους

Και αρκεί.

Juvia

“Shin shin to” said she

            and walked away

“Shin shin to” said she

                        and never looked my way

Her smile was weak

With marble eyes -

A dead face

A final gesture of her body

Endless, everlasting, infinite -

A picture in my mind

In her peacock dress she looked so pale

Frail she was like November's rain

“Shin shin to” said she

            and gone she was

“Shin shin to” said she

                              and nobody ever seen her has

  

A Moth

Flies wildly

Blurs my sight

On the screen

On the keyboard

Rests

I want it to go away

Rests again

I pity her

I wanna be friends

I extend my hand

It is slowly dying

I let it sleep

“Μιαν αγκαλιά απόσταση”

Ομίχλη απόψε κάλυψε την ονείρων πολιτεία

Και των δρόμων της εντώς

Εγω χαμένος περπατώ.

Όνειρα περνούν απο εμπρός μου,

Χαμένα, ποιητών...

Όνειρα νεκρά πριν καν ακόμα γενηθούν,

Που η Μούσσα δεν τα θέλησε απ'το μυαλό να βγούν.

Ψάχνω αυτό που κάποτε κρατούσα όλο λατρεία,

Μα οι Μοίρες δεν το θέλησαν μαζί του να διαβώ.

Ομίχλη γύρω μου παντού,

Σαν όνειρα που ακροβατούν.

Και βλέπω μόνο τόσο μακρυά

Όσο φτάνει η άδεια μου αγκαλιά.

"Cigarette"

Down

Lying down on the pavement
People walking -by, over, on-
None cares, None observes, None asks

"What's your story?"
"What are your feelings?"

Drained of any essence, of any pleasure, of any value
Casted away without as much as a second's thought

Lays
         Down
                     On the pavement,

What remains of a person's thoughts.

While the rain still falls...

                                                         ...thoughts,


       milions of those filthy, needy, greedy...  pleady...    stormy...      endless...          swirly...

                                     -notions, feelings, ideas, images-

                                         loudy, yet all comforting... 
                                  disturbing, yet pleasantly nullifying....
                                          void, yet all containing...

                               I'm sleeping lying awake in the midst...
                               I host the black whole that's within me...


                                                    And I make...

Free-dom(inance) - Part 1

"Are we free or are we bound?" - "You are free inside your boundaries."


You are let to believe that you can attain the ultimate freedom, that is your spiritual freedom. A state in which you can accomplish ,one the hand, or destroy, on the other, everything that comes in your mind.

BUT

Are you really? You are told that If you do this and do that, If you behave like this and like that, you will eventualy be free. In other words: accept your boundaries in order to be free.

Move on... where to?

Have you ever left a thorn piercing your skin only to remind you of the rose you once hold?

And every memory of it was like pushing the thorn deeper in your flesh;

And the more you pained the more you knew it was true;

And as long you knew it was true you wouldn’t let go;