Λυκόφως

17th May 2013 My dearest Sissi, It's been a year since our last 'goodbye'. A whole year. A year filled with tears, laughter, love, new friendships, new sorrows. A year full of new lies and harsh truths. And in that year, you became a spirit, a guardian of my own little galaxy.  I don't know exactly what to say to you. How to let the grief pass. 'Cause everytime life slaps me in the face, you're the only thing that comes to mind. How overwhelmingly cruel life can be, and how bizzardely accurate that saying is: ' Life goes on '.  I won't lie to you. Lately things have been rough. The dynamic of the family has shifted and the world you and I grew up in, it has all been turned into something strange and unsacred. Nothing is the same since the day you left us, and yet somehow everything is still so very much on a stand-still.  An aching heart though, I've learned, is stronger than you'd think. The heart, this  he...

... από τότε που ξεριζώθηκες από μένα. Τι κι'αν πέρασαν οι μήνες.  Εσύ είσαι πάντα στη καρδιά μου. I love you, always,  my little white angel...                            Sissi  (1999-2013) I Am Not There Do not stand at my grave and weep,  I am not there. I do not sleep.  I am a thousand winds that blow.  I am the diamond glints on snow.  I am the sunlight on ripened grain.  I am the gentle autumn's rain.  When you awaken in the morning's hush,  I am the swift uplifting rush  of quiet birds in circled flight.  I am the soft stars that shine at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry,  I am not there, I did not die.  ~ Author Unknown~                            ...

Σαν να μη πέρασε μια μέρα... “Love is not a relationship, love is a state of being; it has nothing to do with anybody else. One is not "in love", one is love. And of course when one is love, one is in love – but that is an outcome, a by-product, that is not the source. The source is that one is love.”  ~Osho~ P.S. I miss you ... Henry Mancini - Moon River "...my huckleberry friend..."

Pablo Neruda + Andy Garcia... 'Nough said. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart l...

Προχτές έψαχνα κάτι μες το αγαπητό γούγλε τζιαι έτυχε να πέσω πάνω στο κείμενο το οποίο παραθέτο πιο κάτω. Το ημερολόγιο ενός αδέσποτου σκύλου. Σημείωση:  Το κείμενο που ακολουθεί εν αρκετά sad τζιαι δύσκολο, ειδικά για τους ζωόφιλους. Όποιος νομίζει ότι δεν αντέχει, καλύτερα εισηγούμαι να ΜΗΝ  το διαβάσει. Το ημερολόγιο ενός αδέσποτου.  1η Εβδομάδα. Γεννήθηκα πριν από μια εβδομάδα. Τι τύχη να έρθω σ’ αυτόν τον κόσμο!  1ος Μήνας  Η μάνα μου με φροντίζει πάρα πολύ. Είναι μια υποδειγματική μάνα.  2ος Μήνας  Σήμερα με χώρισαν από την μαμά μου. Ήταν πολύ ανήσυχη και με τα μάτια της μου έλεγε αντίο, ελπίζοντας ταυτόχρονα, ότι η καινούργια ανθρώπινη οικογένειά μου θα με φροντίζει το ίδιο καλά, όπως κι εκείνη. 4ος Μήνας  Μεγάλωσα γρήγορα και όλοι μου δίνουν την προσοχή τους. Στο σπίτι υπάρχουν πολλά παιδία, τα οποία είναι για μένα σαν αδέρφια. Είμαστε όλοι μαζί μια ζωηρή παρέα. Με τραβούν με το λουρί κι εγώ τους πειράζω παίζοντας.   5...