Wildfire

Come on ,close our eyes once again!
Try to avoid seeing the inevitable ....
One more time , the fire is burning once again...
Once more, someone sold the future of their children, for some money.

Once more the present becomes darker.

Now, open your eyes and look to the green mountain.
With awe you see that it's not green anymore.
It's rather grey....
Look at the ashes that your factory made,
look at the forests that you preferred to burn
in order to have your highway...
Now have a look at your sea.
Yeah it's your sea.YOU created this.
Oh how beautiful it looks with your wastes in it.
Can you hear the silent cries underneath it?
Can you hear the death that is lingering in it for all the sea creatures?

I hope you are satisfied now...
Now that you have killed the last living creature,
now that the air and the sea is polluted by you...
Now that the rivers run dark with oil.
Have a look at the world YOU created.
I hope you can live in peace now.
Now that your kind is the only living thing
in this hell.
I hope you are happy now.
Cause the days of your prosperity are coming to an end.-

Famous poems:#2

The Hollow Men

T.S. Eliot

  I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

     II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

     III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

     IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

     V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
 For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Αντίο

Ένα αντίο στον χρόνο που πέρασε.
Σ αυτόν που με δίδαξε τόσα.
Σε ένα χρόνο που μου προσέφερε εμπειρίες ξεχωριστές,
Στιγμές μαγικές και καταστροφικές
'Ενα αντίο, σε ένα τόσο αντιφατικό χρόνο.
Σ ευχαριστώ που μ άφησες να ρίξω μιά ματιά,
σε κάτι, που ποτέ ξανά,δεν είδα έτσι.
Σ' ευχαριστώ για τις υπέροχες στιγμές
που μου χάρισες μαζί της.
Λυπάμαι που με έκανες πιο σκληρό.
Που με βάρυνες με μειονεκτήματα,
που θα κάνω καιρό
να τινάξω από πάνω μου.
Συγγνώμη αν δεν ήμουν αρκετός για τις ευκαιρίες που μου δόθηκαν
Συγγνώμη που δεν μπόρεσα να είμαι αρκετά δυνατός...
αρκετά σωστός.
Ένα αντίο σε ένα χρόνο που μου χάρισε μιά τόσο μεγάλη ευκαιρία,
αφού πρώτα είχε κομματιάσει τις δυνάμεις μου.
Ελπίζω την επόμενη φορά ,να σταθώ αντάξιος.
Καλή χρονιά.

Famous poems: #1

If-by Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Back in time

Tonight I want you to take me away...
Away from the pain , the suffering,
away from this sad world...
Let's travel back to the years when the flowers were still alive,
when there were colors here...
Now I can see only grey ,
the catanonic ,catathliptic grey...
Let's travel there, where the water runs clean,
where the mountain peaks, are still covered with white snow.
Let's look back in our childhood years when we could play outside without fear...
Tonight I want you to take me to the field we used to lay our heads
and look the stars in the bright sky;
the same place that now has become a dump.
Take me away from here. This place has become too sad...
Take me back to the years that love was still alive,
to the years that people cared for each other...
Don't leave me here...It's so lonely...
No sign of life, no sign of nature.
Only glass and steel...
Tonight I want you to reverse time and stop it to the years of childhood.
When everything was simpler , more natural.
Stop it there and join me to a walk along the fields under the blue sky...
Just you and me ,in the years of innocence.

The fire

It's like yesterday ,when the fire was still alive.
Strong ,bright and yet so scaring...
Overwhelming under the rainy sky.
It was burning like there was no tomorrow.
Nothing could put it out.
Not even the rain that the heavy clouds contained.
It was so strong heating our souls...
Yet there were times that you could say,
it was so close to burning us.
But one day everything changed...
Not with a bang, but gradually.
At first the fire was not so hot anymore...
It could not contain us both.
It wasn't enough to keep us warm...
Then the sweet gust of wind came...
And when everyone could think 
that it could make this impressive fire stronger,
it put it out.
Just like that.
Leaving no trace of the beautiful evenings
and the warm nights that it gifted us.
It was put out and nothing was left behind.
Like it never existed.