A Prince’s words

-A burst! An explosion…
and everything is “back to normal”…
-Aren’t you afraid of the recent past?
-There is no past… There is only present!
-What about the future?
-There is no future… only choises of the present!
-What is so f*cking important about it?…
-You Have to enjoy it! It is… a present!

The Secret…

-Knowing “the Secret” now…
Our life will change!
-It will never work!
-Now there… this kind of attitude, will get us nowhere!
I rule… remember? We will win.
-”The Secret” is just a bullshit!
-Then join me into the gutter brother. You ‘ve seen it work!
You Know it Works… so follow me… And join Life again!

Brother…

The past has thrown me on my knees…

-Help me brother… I am wounded.
-I did try… How could you ever think, you could win this War without me?
-Help me…
[...]
-Grab my hand!
…and promise… That, I will RULE, from now on!
…FOR EVER!
-No… Don’t ask me this…
-Then die, as you deserve!
-No…
ok…
…just Help me…
[...]
A “flash of Darkness” explodes by the clap of their hands…
and the Dark Prince smiles…
[...]
-Welcome… to My world!
…now… Let’s “meet” our Enemies!

Format

Το παρελθόν με νίκησε… και μ’ άφησε αιμόφυρτο στο χώμα, με μία απειλή Ζωής να βουίζει στο κεφάλι μου σαν σφαίρα!

Μόνος και πάλι αποχωρώ για έναν άλλο τόπο.
Άγνωστο για μένα, μα και άγνωστο για “γνωστούς” και “φίλους”.
Μόνος… μακριά απο Όλους.-

Αλλαγή σε όλα… απο το πιό απλό έως το πιό σύνθετο.
Αυτή τη φορά δεν είναι ένα απλό “delete”… μα F – Disk.

Δεν υπάρχουν φίλοι… ούτε κάν γνωστοί.
Υπάρχουν απλά περαστικά ανθρωπάκια, απο τα μάτια μας μπροστά… που ξέρουν μόνο να ζητούν και όχι να δίνουν. Που ξέρουν μόνο να νευριάζουν… και όχι να συζητούν.

Αντίο εαυτέ….
Αναλαμβάνω ΕΓΩ τώρα!

Lost the battle…

-The Battle is lost, Sir!
The horses are coming back with no riders…
Our troops, ceased their roar.
…our swords are no longer heard, lashing the air and throbbing the enemy’s blades.
It is Us my Lord, that have left…
We Have to Flee…
[...]
Sir…
They are coming, Sir…
[...]

-Let us go back then… We have troops, to train!
…and a Past to Face!

My final word?

The time has come, for me to leave…
ten days.. That’s all, that is left…

I ‘ve never felt so alone before…
so disappointed…
so frustrated!

Aggrieved… I return to my slavery.
…to my “Other” self… The one that hates my ways.
…the one, that will never take out of his mind the “mistakes” of the “Past”!

The “Prince” of Those grounds.

With my hand on my wound, I will look in the Prince’s eyes and say:
“OK. You won…
…but this is not my final word.”!

I wonder what he will answer…
since I cannot “hear” him, from here.

Γονάτισα…

Άλλη μιά ανάσα μου ξεψύχησε κι απόψε…
Φθηνή και άρρωστη, περιέπαιξε την αποτυχία μου
και χάθηκε σαν κραυγή σε απύθμενο πηγάδι.

Γονάτισα…
μα όχι επειδή λύγισα.

Φταίει το μαχαίρι που μου κάρφωσες στον ώμο…

Εσύ “ανώτερε”…
Εσύ συνάνθρωπε…
Εσύ συνάδελφε…
Εσύ φίλε…
Εσύ αδερφέ…
Εσύ γονέα…
Εσύ εαυτέ…
Εσύ όνειρο…

Φταίει που δεν φταίω εγώ… μα φταίω!
…που δεν είχα μια, κάποια πανοπλία…
…που δεν πήρα ασπίδα, μείτε ξίφος.
Φταίω…
που δεν κατάλαβα, πως πολεμάμε μεταξύ μας.

Γονάτισα…
κι όχι επειδή λύγισα!
Με έριξες εσύ!

Όμως το χέρι μου άγγιξε το χώμα…
και τώρα πια… μονάχα η ώθηση μου απέμεινε.

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GENUFLECTED

Another breath of mine passed away tonight…
Cheap and sick, mocked my failure
and perished like a scream into a deepless well.

I’ve genuflect…
but not because I’ve bend.

It’s because of the knife that you stabbed on my shoulder…

You “superior”…
You fellowman…
You colleague…
You friend…
You brother…
You parent…
You myself…
You, my Dream…

It’s because, it’s not my fault… but it is!
… It’s my fault for not wearing some kind of an armor…
… It’s my fault for not taking a sword either…
It’s my fault…
Cause I didn’t know that we were supposed to fight each other.

I’ve genuflect…
not because I’ve bend!
It’s because, you forced me to kneel!

Although my hand has touched the ground…
and all I’ve left now… is my shot in the arm.

A single glance…

A single glance brings a thought…
A thought brings a memory…
A memory brings an emotion…
An emotion brings nostalgia…
Nostalgia brings sadness…
Sadness brings a tear…

A tear for what is lost… for ever.

The look…

I looked in the mirror, this afternoon… and that’s when I saw him.
Staring at me… in this magisterial look.
…judging me, for my verdicts. He was so, Old!
“Don’t stare at me, like this…” I said.
“Are you going to find something up there, that has to do with us? Who we are? What we stand for?”
…the guy in the mirror responsed.
My answer was clean and dirty in the same time…
“Don’t know… but we ‘re gonna find it out, trying… aren’t we?”
The figure in the glass… was blown away, in these words.

“Who is this guy?… or Who am I?”…

First blood

“Who are you?” I heard my voice in the silent room…
“Who is this?” I asked in suprise.
Funny…
…it was the same question!!
“I am… Me!” I said…
“Then who am I?” my voice asked.
“Who are you?” I asked in suspicious.
“This question, I asked you first…” said my voice.

Some days, my thoughts are driving me crazy! Today, is one of them.

I kept smoking… not answering to my silly imagination.
“Are you there?” asked the voice.
“Yes! What do you want?!” I yelled… finding my self coiling like “Smeagol” into the corner of my walls, trying to avoid my “other self”. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” I yelled louder.
“I want you, to find my identity…” said my voice… “Our identity!”.

Then… Morpheus stole my thoughts.