tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82999137454039875862011-07-31T02:34:22.600-07:00Φαροφύλακαςhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16479556562964429074noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299913745403987586.post-32238719373958159882010-08-01T14:40:00.000-07:002010-08-16T10:37:52.506-07:00A shiny clown, a gloomy play<br />He makes you laugh and that's okay<br />Graceful move, pitiful sight<br />He makes you cry and that's alright<br />-- He makes you cry and that's alright<br /><br />And when the curtain falls, hurray<br />The crowd applauds and that's okay<br />But I feel agony and fright<br />You touch my hand and that's alright<br />-- You touch my hand and that's alright<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299913745403987586-3223871937395815988?l=pendrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Φαροφύλακαςhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796364018482419149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299913745403987586.post-7861243231065811132010-02-02T08:45:00.000-08:002010-08-29T12:08:10.449-07:00My little goddess’s always sad<br />She’d try to take away what’s bad<br />She holds some stardust in her fist<br />But then, herself is in the mist<br /><br />Cigarette smoke and neon lights<br />Electric sounds and nylon tights<br />A goddess born to sweet delights<br /><br />Devine child, don’t you know?<br />Sadness and bad can never go<br />Misery’s always lurking near<br />Emptiness is a place to fear<br /><br />Cigarette smoke and neon lights<br />Electric sounds and nylon tights<br />She spends herself in endless nights<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299913745403987586-786124323106581113?l=pendrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Φαροφύλακαςhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796364018482419149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299913745403987586.post-89614354668967634992009-05-06T03:52:00.000-07:002009-05-06T03:54:17.819-07:00Endless seas of forgoten dreams and delusional memories.<br /><br />I've been swimming since the beginning of human time in this liquid vastness, sometimes carried by the ever-going submarine currents, sometimes following the millions of paths marked by my instinctive philosophy.<br /><br />Oh, I've been into coral caves and craters of mystic volcanoes in search for a deity but born so terribly vulnerable to the music, I have always been deceived by horrible Sirens and treacherous Nereids. So absent-minded! how can I ever make it?<br /><br />Back home and I notice this little sound like claws scratching the furniture and as I turn the ominous shadow of a clown is staining the wall. It seems they have found me and I insist they stay for dinner. They can keep their guns. Put them on the table or something… It’s all right… I don’t mind.<br /><br />Don’t worry! No one can harm me! Look! the magician bows and then dissolves into the night, cheered up by the ecstatic crowd… Elusive and bulletproof… No one can harm me!<br /><br />And if no god is left for me, I can be the street preacher of a new born religion, α decadence dogma that will match our fallen conscience. And you can be the hesitating goddess that does not promise salvation, and does not fear the conclusion of life…<br />nor the ending of beauty.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299913745403987586-8961435466896763499?l=pendrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Φαροφύλακαςhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16479556562964429074noreply@blogger.com0