amazing poem

Nabokov documentary on Lolita

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about Greece

i have read a post of Sarah Wilson about Greece and i felt so proud of being a Greek lady.. she is so right about everything she writes.. Thank God there are people on our side with all this crisis and mess. Thank you   Sarah. You can read her post here 

schooltube lavrio_why i love teaching

Hi lovabies, i've been busy lately, that is why i'm vanished. But i'm fine.
The following video made me very proud. For two reasons; because the first lady on the video is my teacher Efi to whom i owe my german knowledge, my studies, my teaching and a lot more. And because through this video i realised that i'm lucky , that  teaching fulfills my life.  I'm grateful to God for showing me this life goal that makes me happy. Enjoy it,
http://www.ert.gr/webtv/index.php/component/k2/item/4421-Layrio-19-05-2012.html
xoxo

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new discovery: Lacey Loop

Amphritrite

Superimpose my reflection in your bones-

Call me a masochist.

Wanna be so deep inside you

I can taste the tremble in your tendons

Marrow to membrane

At 4:30 in the morning

11:00 on a Sunday

Replicating a rapture with the friction in fingers

Compose a sonnet out of rhythmic exhalations

I’ll swallow your singsong then place a mockingbird in my mouth

In hopes that it will fly down my throat so it can croon it back out.

Call me organist.

Evoke a symphony from our shivers

Strum the strings of our bodies like harps

My spine will contain the chorus

Your pelvis the verse

Move against me like the ocean

Girl, with the mermaid hair

Tentacles to tendrils

How we found each other in a shipwreck

Confused by the attraction of our flesh and fins in the shrapnel

We will whisper each other to dream with midnight manifestos—

I will tell you about Mississippi

You can tell me about growing up 1,743 miles underneath the sea

Enthralled by our histories

We will be the thing that people call myth

They will want to dissect us so they can figure out how we fit

Back to belly

Our bodies arched like the moon

Resenting the morning for splitting us in two

You smell of firewood and sea foam

Taste like a pear

Taste like hazel

Feel as delicate as fog

Feel as warm as whiskey

Want to kiss you as soft as a whisper

Want to kiss your elbows and your nose because I meant it when I told you

Every part of you is beautiful

Escape the city with me

Like renegade stallions we’ll outrun the engines

Rename the streets

For there is sapphire in our palms

When we touch we burn peridot

Let us roll ourselves tight and sleep in the canvases

Of Klimt and Magritte

Warm and full we will be

Tentacle to tendril

Marrow to membrane

Practicing the proximity of bodies

For we have both found comfort in loneliness before

But not tonight.

Call me selfish

For wanting to set fire to the maps so you won’t return

To the sea.

read more about lacey: http://laceyroop.com

Καμπάνια για την Επιστροφή των Γλυπτών του Παρθενώνα και την Επανένωση του Μνημείου

Καμπάνια για την Επιστροφή των Γλυπτών του Παρθενώνα και την Επανένωση του Μνημείου

Good morning my loves. How are you? I'm fine. I have a lot to do at work but I;ll survive.
Two days before I've started reading "The pick up", a book of Nadine Gordimer, a very talented writer. I haven't read something so breathtaking for a very long time. I started this book and I don't want to leave it down. I try to find time to continue reading it. 


You'll find details about the book,  her life and her other work in: http://us.penguingroup.com/static/rguides/us/pickup.html 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadine_Gordimer
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1991/gordimer-bio.html



keep on enjoying life. 
xoxo

the earth hour: fight climate change for our happy future

 just watch it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FclcMfzjwug

Henrie Cartier Bresson

Bresson is my favourite photographer. This picture is decorating the wall of my corridor in my apartment. It's so in love, so romantic, so french. 

Tiffany Lettieri. A magic poet/writer

Concrete Love affair

I tried to leave you the first time - when the walls were closing in and your familiarity was a pillow pressed upon my face.

    I watched you from the window but could not bear to abandon what we had built on this cracked foundation, despite my growing dissatisfaction of experience, only having known you all my adult life.

    Last night, the pit of my ulcering heart throbbed, begging for escape. I let the wheels guide themselves with you as my only company once again. Your noisy silence surrounded and deafened me. My foot pressed heavier on the gas.

    You seemed cheap and dirty as I drove the streets which echo the musty glamour that you own so well. I saw the disappointment of so many written upon you and became aware you, too, had been fooled by the hushed whispers of the traveling dreamers.

    I caught your distraction out the corner of my eye. Your lustrous beauty had become the weathered face of day labor and unappreciated hard work.

    We drove in silence.

    We did not breathe.

    Whipping through canyons I could taste your sadness. I reluctantly felt conveyed to wipe the mud from your cheek. I wanted to see you as I once did, when you excited me.

    The ocean screamed for you from my left as the rocky walls answered back claiming ownership of your spirit.

    I inhaled your air then, and allowed you to invade me as I always do. I became you. You, my own lost city of angels, I am just one of many, who hate to adore you.

    I wanted you then, as you were, and as you are. To feel your curves while speeding home, as I have long since memorized your inner workings.

    Feeling like a foolish child, I asked your forgiveness, begging for your aloof and uncaring attention.

    You smiled at me and kissed my vulnerability. Aware of my dependency on you for survival. Aware that you define me, that you have since I was born.

    I embraced you with the passion of a thousand lovers, and placed my hand onto the cold concrete of your skin to feel I was once again a part of you.

    You have always been my first true love.




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