Tuesday, December 8, 2009
free as a child
Thoughts run wild, free as a child
Into the night.
Across the screen a thin beam
Of magic light
(Rory Gallagher, 'Shadow Play', 1978)
the black stripe
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, June 15, 2008
impression
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
behind glass
κτελ
Lady Iguana
Thursday, May 29, 2008
στο χέρι
8th jazz fest
the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who's going to be in the gallery
(Mark Knopfler, "In The Gallery", 1978)
Monday, May 19, 2008
μπαλόνια
walking back in time II
Sunday, May 18, 2008
the candy man
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
French kiss in Athens
Young love was kissing under bridges
Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes
And we were walking down Main Street
Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
"In France they kiss on Main Street"
"Amour, mama, not cheap display"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
(Joni Mitchell, "In France They Kiss On Main Street", 1975)
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Hidden Path
γραμμές
time is on my side
the other side
Saturday, April 19, 2008
walking in the dream world - prison for my mind
my former self
no direction home
Monday, April 14, 2008
the taxi driver II
Sunday, April 6, 2008
lead role in a cage
Hey, do you read me ?
Saturday, April 5, 2008
«Γυναίκα μετά τον μόχθο»*
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
(Bob Dylan, "Not Dark Yet", 1997)
*ορειχάλκινο έργο της Μαρίας Παπακωνσταντίνου
the taxi driver
Thursday, April 3, 2008
little miss Amanda
young ladies
dylan's dog
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
the arcade
time is a train
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Mια πόλη πάνω από την Αθήνα
Δεν είναι απλά μια πόλη αντιθέσεων. Στην Αθήνα οι ίδιοι δρόμοι,
οι ίδιες γειτονιές και οι ίδιοι άνθρωποι αλλάζουν μεσα στη μέρα,
όσο αλλάζει και η σύνθεση του φωτός που τους σκεπάζει.
Δεν αρκεί κανεις να περπατήσει τον ίδιο δρόμο το μεσημέρι και
ξανά το βράδυ για να αισθανθεί τις διαφορές. Αν απλά στρέψεις
το βλέμμα ψηλά, θα βρεθείς ξαφνικά σε μια άλλη πολη...
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