Art by someone else

Today's entry is a piece by the artist Marta Hamplova.

It is a statement using someone else's imagery.
For a change...

http://martahamplova.wordpress.com/

Enough of me for a day

My dear readers,

Today I want to introduce you to one of my favorite poets. Enough about me for a day ;) Let's hear someone else do the talking. Let's see the world from another's eyes.
This is her blog:

http://backbeatlili.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/life-is-not-all-fun-and-games.html


Enjoy!

ena fili apo mia fili

sthn athhna eimai kainourgia. niotho kainourgia. psari. 
i am not loving it or hating it.. i am just standing  there- staring at this weird city-creature breathing heavily around me . i am just watching it. 
watchinv the rude ppl- watching the girls with the too much make up- watching the hippy-foititokosmo. the old men flirting like they are teenagers. pou oullos o kosmos opoias dipote ilikias mila sta handfree esto tzai an den exoun na kratoun tipote tzai apla perpatoun mes to dromo- the complexarismenous antres pou nomizoun oti an en lion eygenikoi enna tous poume gay. tzai ton omorfo kosmo. eshi  polla omorfo eksoterika kosmo. esoterika en ksero, tous metanastes /tsigganous pou kikloforoun me ta karotsakia tou superparket tzai anakatefkoun ta skoupithkia gia pramata na poulisoun tzai siderika ktl. 

h sygkatoikish paei kala, emena irte mou polla naturally tzai en ediskoleftika katholou.

eimai noikokira. sazw to spiti tzai mairefko.prepei na to paradexto. alla its not as boring as it sounds. i wish i never had to work again andi could spend my time cooking cleaning and studying.
i am not studying anything though.

 my mind is blank most of the time and i am over analysing my self and my situation and i am stuck in the favlos kiklos . this of course hasnt started now.. its been going on for a while and i remeber expressing it to you and talking how feel like  " skeftoume mono to kolo mou ouli mera" remeber ? ok its abit less now but i still feel it. i might be becoming boring


i am still failing, most of the time, to see and interact with anything that doent directly touch my everyday life.. no not even that ..that doent touch/offend or μειωνει me.

i might need another book recomendation from you.

now YOU tell me more
 exw tzai alla na sou pw alla siga siga.. twra epias me se fasi ranting

a third dedication

The Heart Can Change Several Times In One Moment

The heart can change several times in one moment:

to good or evil,

to faith or unbelief,

to simplicity or cunning,

to love or hatred,

to benevolence or envy,

to generosity or avarice.

O, what inconstancy

O, how many dangers

O, how sober and watchful we must be

 - Father John of Kronstad - 

a second dedication

Love

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
 but have not love,
 I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy,
 and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, 
and though I have all faith, 
so that I could remove mountains, 
but have not love, 
I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,
and though I give my body to be burned,
 but have not love, 
it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind;

love does not envy;

love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

does not behave rudely,

does not seek its own,

is not provoked,

thinks no evil;

does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;

bears all things, believes all things,

hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

But whether there are prophecies, they will fail;

whether there are tongues, they will cease;

whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part.

But when that which is perfect has come,

then that which is in part will be done away.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child,

I understood as a child, I thought as a child;

but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face.

Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

- St. Paul - 

It is time for a dedication to an old friend. This is 'I am hurting inside' by Bob Marley

When I was just a little child (little child)
Happiness was there awhile (there awhile)
And from me it... it slipped one day 
Happiness come back I say

Cause if you don't come
I've got to go looking
For happiness

Well if you don't come
I've got to go looking
God, for happiness, happiness

Say that
Say I'm hurting
And it's no sense
I'm hurting, I'm hurting
Deep inside
Oh good god now

Oh hear my cry, hear my cry
Yeah my my my my my my my cry

Been together like school children (school children)
Then you hurt me just in vain (just in vain)
Oh, Lord, I'm your weary child
Oh, happiness come back awhile

Cause if you don't come
I'm gonna go looking
For happiness (the road is dangerous)
I've got to go looking
For happiness, happiness

Said I'm
Don't you know I'm
I'm hurting, hurting inside
Oh I'm hurting 
Who cares
Who cares

Does the one who love, oh
Feel the pain
Feel the pain

Does the one who love
Feel the pain
Feel the pain

(Been together like school children)