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A bit of heresy... english

Heretic (translation of "Αιρετικό")
Fire and a bit of water like your skin when I touched you Fire and a bit of water like my breaths when I held you like something fiery burning under every touch burning the body and soothing something deeper maybe the soul maybe the heart but then again how can one know? Fire and a bit of water like something cool running on your skin through every kiss soothing every desire and burning something secret maybe a sin maybe a lie but then again how can one know? Fire an

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My war... EnglishAs if I fought in a war great I learned to stare at peace with different eyes, tired, red and half-closed. I learned to sit curled just before the day wake and to smile at every small movement. I learned in the night to wake up and for everything new to get ready. To get dressed in my best for something that came and will come again. I learned that what is finished should stay finished and silent. To not bother it To not awake it! As if I fought in a war great I learned to breathe slowly as if I burn My war... English
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My war...Σα να πολέμησα σε πόλεμο μεγάλο Έμαθα την ειρήνη να κοιτώ με μάτια αλλιώτικα, κουρασμένα, κόκκινα και μισόκλειστα, Έμαθα My war...
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Thoughts......and every time the same things will happen. When a part of the fairytale breaks, I will have to find ways to survive... and stand up again... ...It's a pity I am not a Phoenix, it would be so easy. I would just have to wait to die and then again wait a bit more to be reborn from my ashes! All I would have to do, would be to try for only one breath... only one! ...But I am no Phoenix. ...More like a fourlegged creature, forgotten... who just tried to see how the world looks from one meter higher... a creature of the earth... ...I only know how to lick my wounds... in a strange way... anything but soothing! A way more Thoughts...
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Memories...

Sun Nov 29, 2009, 1:07 AM

Mood: Homesick
Listening to: The Mystic's Dream - Loreena McKennitt
Reading: Old handwriten scripts of mine...
Eating: Dried Fruits
Drinking: Honeywine

for some things, cannot be forgotten

yet it is strange how memories linger even after so much happened...
feeling strange,you will say, if one is honest with his soul...
strange good? strange bad? no... none of these...
there is no good or bad in such matters...
it is just strange...
despite the fact that you moved on
despite the fact that you know you no longer hurt...
you feel strange when such memories wake up...
memories of things powerfull
things meaningfull
things dreamed with open eyes...
things felt with only your soul...
things marking you... in their own way...
things that will always be there...

for some things, cannot be forgotten...

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imagine something black... and shadowed... something living out of and in darkness... something that feels so out of place in light that has to find another home... something benighted...