mercredi 19 décembre 2007

ο μονολογος μιας αλλοπαρμενης

ε, ναι τα ειπαμε εδω και εδω, ας τα ξαναπουμε κι εδω.
η επαναληψη μητηρ πασης μαθησεως.
υποσχομαι να μην τριγυρναω σε περισσοτερα απο ενα μπλογκ τη φορα.
ειμαι μια αμαρτωλη γυριστρουλα και ειμαι ετοιμη να πληρωσω γι'αυτο με το τιμημα της μετακομισης.
μαζευε πραγματα, βανε σε κουτες (αληθεια τι διαλεκτος ειν'τουτη;) κλεινε κουτες, ξεμαζευε (!), ανοιγε κουτες, βγαζε πραγματα, ταχτοποια πραγματα (την στραγγαλισα την ελληνικη γλωσσα και μαζι μαυτην και την δικη μου).
παω εδω και δεν το ξανακουναω ρουπι.
ρουπι, ακους;

τι ακουμε;

samedi 15 décembre 2007

dimanche 9 décembre 2007

3d animation short - bath time

δεν μαθαινουμε τελικα πως καταφερε ο σκυλακος της ιστοριας να τη σκασει στο αφεντικο του και να φυγει στεγνος και με το κοκκαλο στο στομα εχοντας βουτηξει αυτον τον τελευταιο μεσα στην μπανιερα αναστατωνοντας ολο το μπανιο...εχετε καποια ιδεα;

samedi 8 décembre 2007



samedi 1 décembre 2007

Kate Bush - Running up that Hill

to swap places we don't need to make a deal with god but with our fantasy

mercredi 28 novembre 2007

lundi 26 novembre 2007

μονο για κεινη μη μου λες

το παραμυθι συνεχιζεται

poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another

μου αρεσουν τα ασπρομαυρα μουσικα βιντεο. απο το μουσικο δωματιο τουτου του σπιτιου ξεφυτρωνουν καμμια φορα εξωτικοι πρωταγωνιστες. ασυνηθιστες φιγουρες. σαν απο παραμυθι για ενηλικους βγαλμενες.

vendredi 9 novembre 2007

under the purple prince

joy in repetition

He like to frequent this club down up on 36thPimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss for kicksTalking 2 no one in particular, they say "the baddest I am tonight"4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.All the poets and the part time singers always hang insidelive music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide".The song's a year long and had been playing 4 months when hewalked into the place.No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over againwas this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in thearticulated manner in which she said them.These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.I mean just enough 2 turn u on.4 everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.Should he try 2 rap with her? Should he stand and stare?No one else was watching her, she didn't seem 2 care.So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)he dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back doorIn the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your nameshe only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his conditionholding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition.There's joy in repetition.There's joy in repetition.There's joy in repetition.There's joy in repetition.She said love me, love me, what she say?she say love me, love me.Joy, why don't u love me baby, joy, why can't u love me babyjoy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetitionAlright, joy in repetition,Alright, joy in repetition,Alright, joy in repetition,Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to oneLove me, joy, Love me, joy, Love me, joyLove me, Love me, joy, joy, joy in repetitionjoy, joy in repetition,joy, joy (love me) in repetition,Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetitionjoy, and I'm gonna say it again, joy, joy, and I'm gonna say it again,joy, I'd like 2 go way up high and say, Love me, joyI'll say Love me, joyJoy, joy in repetition, joy in repetitionThere's joy in repetition