Winter tears

The morning woke, the day was breakin' . . . she left me far behind
She was gone, I couldn't take it . . . no more tears to cry.
We gathered 'round her place of resting, for the last goodbye
She lay in white like a dream unending, the saddened clouds they cried . .

Tears for all the joy we had Tears for all the pain
All the years I have to live
These Winter Tears, I'll cry for you until we meet again

You gave me life, you gave me lovin'Showed me what love could bring
And every night when I think about youI begin to sing . . .
Tears for all the joy we had Tears for all the pain
All the years I have to live These Winter Tears,
I'll cry for you until we meet again

Tears for all the joy we hadTears for all the pain
These Winter Tears I have insideWill always cry your name.
The years I have to live . . .
These Winter Tears, I'll cry for you until we meet again

Lyrics & Music by Warlord

For the whole "Deliver Us From Evil" lyrics:
http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/warlord/deliverus.html

heartbeat

As I laid on the bed I tried to think of something that has a true meaning to me. I left my cds aside (my continuous lovers) and closed my eyes. I sensed the heartbeat in my head. A repetitive sound, deep,silent, a movement that gives what we call life, an unwilling action of myself. I focused and felt more and more calm. Until all my troubled thoughts were washed away into a soiled unconsciousness, and god kept on giving me life without telling me the reason why. Surprisingly, it was when I stopped asking for an answer and was taken away by a dream.

Η Άλλη Πλευρά

Όπως την ηδονή της χαρας κυνηγάμε
έτσι και το τέλος έχουμε ανάγκη
Με φτάνεις στον ουρανό και δε ξέρω
πόσα ύψη ακόμα θα αντέξω.

Δάκρυα πιπιλίζουν τις αναμνήσεις
απ'όλα τα τέλη τούτης της ζωής,
εκεί που επιλέξαμε να φτάσουμε
που η τύχη μας έσπρωξε,
άλλο ένα βήμα μπρος στο άγνωστο
δίνει τον πιο γλυκό θάνατο μωρό μου.

Την ευτυχία της εμπειρίας,
τη γενναιότητα της αλλαγής,
την αγάπη του να βρίσκομαι στην άλλη πλευρά και να σε περιμένω.

Τούτος ο έρωτας δυναμώνει αναπάντεχα μωρό μου,
το μεγάλο πνεύμα που μας οδηγεί
μας αφήνει μόνους να κάνουμε το βήμα εμπρός.

Οι δυνατοί χτύποι στη μέση της νύχτας
είναι η προειδοποίηση αυτού που έρχεται,
του αγνώστου, του έρωτα που θρηνεί,
της ζωής που μοναχικά κλαίει όλες τις χαρές της.

Hmera fm 90.4

Here is the poster for the new radio station programme arranged by me and Amalia. It is not finished yet, but I would like to listen to your comments and suggestions. Cheers my dears!

Absurdity = wisdom = selfish accumulation = personality crisis

Back to daily life after some days of eating and drinking endlessly (what a sad greek habit...). What's on today? The sunny weather and the earthquakes, 5 in a row of a few hours. This is good news for terrorologists on the tv. What is more is the sinkage of that cruise ferry in Santorine. 2 people's lives are ignored, a large ferry is dead, and petrol substances are gathering round the island. Now that Burgas - Alexandroupolis oil pump is put under construction and big tankers are about to cross Aegean sea constantly, whenever I run out of energy I will only have to go on vacation there and do lot of smimming.
Silly thoughts are crossing my mind. Development, the thing I ve studied is so abstract, so dispersed, so illusionary. When our government is viewed as a big corporation, cost, profits, efficiency is all that matters. Things are that simple to me at the moment, good for me. If you think a lot and have trust to the virtual role of the state, then do not try to answer me. I agree with you.... I am so happy when I can be so absurd, I am so tired of political orthodoxy, my god , not any more of it, I have got enough.
Probaply, apart from Andreas, Nikos, Marina and all my friends, the only wise being in my life has been Grustuctulu, my 30 kilos dog. He is so frightened by the Happy Easter's dynamites (you know, these bad habits coming from the East), that he does not go out to the balcony to drink water. How sweet.....
Music was not so friendly to me last days. Of course I keep on listening to a lot of staff (due to my new radio station programme), but my senses were deceived by a rock group that intruded in my natural occultist tendencies, Killing Joke. Fuck, I got scared, happiness does not last too long when you are alone with your thoughts....

Artist: Killing Joke

LyricsSong: The Death and Resurrection Show

Mark out the pointsBuild the pyreAssemble different drummersLight up the firePut on your masksAnd animal skinsIllumination, illuminationListen to the drumsBetween each beat, each beat of the drumO beloved mother of libertyHold me in your armsBurn burn, burn brightlyBurn burn, burn white heatAnd the day will comeBefore the lights go outWho will you turn toWho will you turn toChoose the crucifixionOr Osiris slainRecurring themes, time again.Illumination, illuminationBurn burn, burn white heatOh how ingenious the centuries of liesEzekielaˆ™s chariots streak across the skiesHoly books and history texts forgetBecause we knowSouls are recycled in the death andResurrection showO beloved mother of libertyCome to meEverything Iaˆ™m taught, amounts to noughtEverything I learn, the fire shall burnNotions of myself that when Iaˆ™m notWhoever I was is now lostIllumination, illuminationBurn burn, burn brightlyBurn burn, burn white heatOh how ingenious the centuries of liesEzekielaˆ™s chariots streak across the skiesHoly books and history texts forgetBecause we knowSouls are recycled in the death andResurrection showO beloved mother of libertyCome to meBurn away all my impuritiesHold me in your armsBurn burn, burn brightlyBurn burn, burn white heat