The spoken walls…

Latrakia the spoken walls

From a strolling around Mavrommateon, a road at the center of Athens

 

Roger…

-Words in the wind your promises…

-I have found you never and nowhere…

-And the moments with you, were prisons of wild life…

-That’s the reason baby I am leaving you…

-Problem… none…

– Free our souls afterwards…

 

* Have you ever noticed the  messages on the walls? Written other times from angry revolutionary people,  other times from in love people, in despair.

In one or another way they have something to say, something to underline, either pretentious, either spontaneous, either by heart.

Spoken walls, with stories to narrate…

Some of these messages mixed up and a sketch made out, by automatic writing.

 

Concept: Latrakia

Photo credits: Latrakia

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Struggling with questions with no answers, struggling with inner giants and dwarfs. Struggling with tomorrow and yesterday in a game with no predicted answers.

The poem The Road not taken by Robert Frost

Latrakia the road

The Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

                                                              

The Orange Girl by Odysseus Elytis

Something beautiful… dedicated to those who still have  a place in their heart where innocence and  sensitivity  find ways to breath and bloom  even though all the world around us seem to fall apart…

The Poem “Portokalenia”  by  Odysseus Elytis

Latrakia

The Orange Girl

She became so intoxicated by the sun’s juice
That she bowed her head and consented
Slowly slowly to become: the little Orange Girl!

And so while the seven skies glittered with blue
And so while the crystals touched a fire
And so while swallow-tails flashed
Angels above were bewildered and girls below
Storks above were bewildered and peacocks below
And all gathered together and saw her together
And all together called her: the little Orange Girl!

Vineshoots and scorpions reel drunkenly the whole world is drunk
But the sting of dawn will not leave pain alone
The dwarf heron says it amid the earthworms
The drip-drop of water says it amid golden moments
And the dew says it to the lips of the good North Wind:

Get up oh little little little Orange Girl!
No one knows you as the kiss knows you
Nor does the laughing god know you
Who with his hand open to the flaming glare of the sun
Exposes you naked before his thirty-two winds