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Constantine P. Cavafy – The City

  September 22nd, 2018 by Taf Taf


You said: ”I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,

find another city better than this one.

Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong

and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.

How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?

Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,

I see the black ruins of my life, here,

where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.

This city will

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They say …

  September 20th, 2018 by Mirian

They say that I’m a lucky woman,
being healthy and successful,
living in good, rich Germany.
But sometimes I wonder
if people are blind
and completely heart-deaf here.
A few weeks ago,
I was waiting in a hotel –
A guest from Australia
was walking through the lobby.
A mobile on his ear.
I heard him talking:
„They are like robots here,
all of them!“
He couldn’t see me in the corner.
Then I just read HERE
from this young man
from Australia…
Complaining pretty much
about the same things over there.
Is there any better place?
I doubt. I traveled a lot.
Hell opens everywhere I just
linger around long enough.
I stopped working now.
A freelancer, no lobby, no security,
trying to help other people.
Depression. Once again.
It is just …

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Reason… No Reason…

  September 20th, 2018 by Itscolourlife

Yesterday I find a reason to live
Today I find a reason to die
Tomorrow what is the reason ?

Go back to my old self
Thats what I want
But it wont
Cause its already gone
The reason behind it

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  September 20th, 2018 by undoubtedly

we do not speak the same language and we do not look the same way.

we are not flesh and blood. you are still family.

you bring me joy. you make me laugh. i love to be with you.

even though we do not speak, we communicate. you know me better than most people do.

you comfort me when i cry. you are always excited to see me. you are the sweetest thing i have ever known.

i do not know what i would do if anything ever happened to you before it is your time to go.

i heard all dogs go to heaven. i hope that’s true, because heaven …

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  September 19th, 2018 by undoubtedly

it is said that the man upstairs forgives all and loves all. he is a protector and a giver.

i often wonder if i am included.

i have spent my whole life pushing faith away. at the same time it has been forced down my throat.

i assume i am not included.

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it is deadly

  September 19th, 2018 by Yikrens

to know I love the deaths creation.

but any of is for bme a taboo subject


so so don’t sing the deaths of. also I did.


this can’t be excused to some,

as strangers. maybe is takes a toll of relief..

but I’d stick to what I know as stranger.

and any must be alive. and that can be noone..

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  September 19th, 2018 by undoubtedly

to live the life of a convenient blame is no life at all.

i am not the golden son. he looks just like you and i do not look like any of this so-called family.

you say all these things about me, your flesh and blood.

throw me into this cycle. curse my name and everyone who dare speak it in a way opposing yours.

pour your venom down the throats of everyone who is supposed to love me and have them excommunicate.

it is easier to point out all of my wrongdoings than to accept your own.

i know what i did but i see what you do.

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  September 18th, 2018 by undoubtedly

i cut my hair off because i no longer wished to be beautiful.

i do not want you to look at me and tell me about the way i look.

i do not care if i am beautiful in your eyes.

i am beautiful in my head.

i am beautiful in the way i used my broken second language to help a stranger from herself.

i am beautiful in the way that i will put you above myself. i am beautiful in the way that i will give until i have nothing.

i am beautiful in the way that i love.

i am beautiful in my ability to mold these letters into words that …

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  September 18th, 2018 by undoubtedly

you will never love your daughter the way you love your son.

you say he has his head on right and he is someone you can be proud of.

i do not think you have ever said those words about me.

i am sorry that i am not what you wanted.

you told me i would have been an abortion if it was not for my mother’s faith.

i think you gave up on me before i ever breathed my first breath.

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  September 18th, 2018 by undoubtedly

i was twelve.

he reached between my legs and touched what was not his.

the guilt, the shame, the sadness… they practically ate me alive.

i was fourteen.

he pulled off my shirt and kissed me where i did not want to be kissed. i wanted those bruises gone. their weeklong stay was too long.

i was told that a boy will touch you like that when he likes you.

i tell myself a boy will touch my heart if he likes it so truly.

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  September 18th, 2018 by undoubtedly

i miss his large, warm hands and his scent. i miss his crooked smile and silly jokes. i miss his hugs and the way he fidgets in his sleep.

i wonder if he misses me.

perhaps he misses the other girl. the prettier girl, with the long, brown hair and dark eyes. she has a beautiful face and a white, straight smile. she is petite and thin.

she produces art but not in the same way as me. she draws and paints and all i have are these lousy words.

i do not think he misses me.

i see them together and i am left with a bad taste in …

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Skalkottas’ music

  September 15th, 2018 by Taf Taf

” In music the passions enjoy themselves. ” – Friedrich Nietzsche


Nikos Skalkottas (1904-1949) was one of the greatest composers of the 2oth century classical music – I personally place him next to Kurt Weill and Igor Stravinsky. It’s a shame that nowadays most people (especially here in Greece) don’t know his work. Here’s the wikipedia page about him:



I should write what are the names of the compositions and the songs in this video and where the photos in it are taken.

36 Greek Dances

00:00 – 01:23 Epirotikos – photos from the region of Epirus in Greece.

01:24 – 03:22 Kleftikos – photos of various Greek mountains.

03:22 – 05:16 Tsamikos (An Eagle) – photos …

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Life is boring , Reality is boring , real life is boring , real world is boring

  September 14th, 2018 by niki

Especially when you’ve realized that nothing we do here in reality will ever compare to our imaginations. And no, I’m not talking about petty, shallow, superficial, & stupid imaginations like most people only have with their simple-minded brains. I’m talking about all those best fantasy movies, games, novels, comic books, anime/manga, etc, with all their magic, superpowers, & magical, fantasy, adventurous world/universe with its limitless, unlimited possibilities.

Fuck this reality.
Reality is boring, stupid, & depressing.

reality is boring , life is boring ,
it’s all about money
i hate money
i hate business
i wish i live in the movie game anime manga novel comics books

I hate …

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Honestly Honesty

  September 9th, 2018 by LiquidHuman

I’m not going to lie to you.
Sometimes i wish I could just fade out right here and now.
Im not going to pretend that I think life is one big open door.
And no no I don’t need you to tell me there is so much worth living for.
Because I won’t believe that yet.
I mean with the hatred and rigidity and sorrow and cruelty,
And how everyone thinks they’re right.
And well, I’ve heard it so much,
The arguments and rants of our parliaments
That I no longer believe any of us got it right.
And it’s slightly annoying that we’re so petty.
But not nearly as annoying as sad.
And you can call

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Federico García Lorca – Suicide

  September 9th, 2018 by Taf Taf

(Maybe it was because you hadn’t 

mastered Geometry)

The lad was going blank.

It was ten in the morning.

His heart was growing full

of broken wings and rag flowers.

He noticed there remained

just one word on his lips.

And when he took off his gloves

a soft ash fell from his hands.

A tower showed through the balcony door.

He felt he was balcony and tower.

No doubt he saw how the clock,

stopped in its

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When I tried to tell you so many things, you claimed— you knew everything. Today when there is nothing left to say, in your silence I realise, you knew nothing. Not a single thing


Constantine P. Cavafy – Ithaka

  September 8th, 2018 by Taf Taf


This poem is based on the ancient Greek epic poem Odyssey, which is attributed to the legendary author Homer. Quick summary of the Odyssey: there was a war between the ancient Greeks and the Trojans (Troy was – and still is – located at nowadays North-western Turkey), the Greeks laid siege on the city of Troy for 10 years and they destroyed it (there’s another ancient epic poem, Aeneid by the Roman author Virgil, that picks up the story after the destruction of Troy, but let’s stick to Homer’s Odyssey for now). After that, one of the Greek kings named Odysseus (in Latin: Ulysses) set out for Ithaka, his …


I’ve tried, but to no avail. Sadness turns the merry bleak, and all will fade

  September 7th, 2018 by sansfranzdeput

I am tired; I am worn: my eyes falter, and fail, wishing of and seeing only what I’ll never have- a lover: one of with whom I would love with, love things, make love, and care for love. I lust with myself to faceless women with wordless mouths and tear-less eyes. After all things, my heart is well traveled; for, despite not finding love as of yet, it seems as though emotions can be harmed without being brought out to the light. This makes me bitter: my lips let my tongue out, to speak vile things to innocent and unsuspecting family members and odd and …


Paul Durcan – Thinking About Suicide

  September 1st, 2018 by Taf Taf

Although I may never commit suicide

I spend parts of each day thinking about suicide –

Thinking about how I lack the courage to do it.

I wake in the mourning with 60 per cent depression.

That’s how it remains for the whole day,

Except for the odd occasion in a year

In the doorway or on the street I meet by chance

For a few minutes a woman passing-by

Who has the time to stop and talk for three minutes

Or five minutes or even sometimes seven or eight minutes,

Who rocks back on her heels in her pink, hooped skirt

With laughter, no matter what the topic.

Depression and despair are two different states

Of mind, …


Kostis Palamas – Agora (The Market Place)

  August 29th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Just as dry summers pant for the first rain,

so thou art thirsty for a happy home

and for a life remote, like hermit’s prayer,

a corner of forgetting and of love.

And thirsty for the ship upon the sea

that ever onward sails with birds and sea-things,

filling its life with our great planet’s light.

But unto thee both ship and home said: ”No!

Look neither for the happiness remote

that never moves, nor for the life that ever finds

in each new land and harbor a new soul!

Only the panting of a toiling slave

for thee! Drag in the market place thy body’s

nakedness, strange to the strangers and thine own!”


From the poetry collection …