Thankfully I am alive reasonably well regardless of the situation
  However my favorite steel horse,
the instrument that helps me & my son to turn and observe the world is
mortally wounded
A cracked frame
  My favorite small camera, that helped to break the wall between me and human emotions that charms me, broken
Collateral Damage plenty of
  But these two are blows of fate
 The driver who hit me was uncovered from insurance (for psycho pathological reasons or because from drug use)
which means any financial compensation from the accident is very difficult or impossible 
This combined with my prolonged unemployment ,without even a single euro or any other facilitation as state aid, even as a father (i'm really proud of this) and the uncertainty with the memoranda and national debts, make the situation extremely difficult
  Blows of fate               
Still available for partnerships regardless level of pay

Rocinante is dead

last Thursday a killer driver 

(possibly under the influence of drugs,medication or because psychopathological issues)
 driving backwards hit us at full speed
Newest, when I can

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Rocinante's  glory days

the river between red and atm machine

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lyrics

 psalm 137

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my island my home my sister the mermaid

my rebirth place

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 You think that the wound you opened hurts me
but this became my joy and in life holds me.

I don’t care that you opened me a wound not healing
I only hurt that a lifetime to love you is not enough.

 

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summer in the city 

aroma of bygone era

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Greek surrealism 3 

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People are strange when you're a stranger 

Faces look ugly when you're alone

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the question of the dog

weird species these bipeds, pushing carts full of things all the time ,trying to find their happiness by this way

Fidel & Che

  Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you're down 

 

Bulldozer

 

three different generations three different expressions

When you're strange 

Faces come out of the rain

When you're strange

Avanti o popolo, alla riscossa Bandiera rossa, 

]bandiera rossa ...from smartphone

dancing in public

No one remembers your name

When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange 

 dirty glass

swimming suit 

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone

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 sad-darkness

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Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

And actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
And actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

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a tribute to Kavafy's work 

 

And I Lounged and Lay on Their Beds

When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn’t stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.

I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds.

I went into the secret rooms
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me—because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I’d rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping,
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard


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my only company the doves

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family in the mist

an antidote to the loneliness of the holiday season

 

the shadow theatre

sometimes loneliness pushes for conciliation with the world of shadows

Στίχοι: Θανάσης Παπακωνσταντίνου Μουσική: Θανάσης Παπακωνσταντίνου Όλα του κόσμου τα πουλιά όπου κι αν φτερουγίσαν όπου κι αν χτίσαν τη φωλιά όπου κι αν κελαηδήσαν Εκεί που φτερουγίζει ο νους εκεί που ξημερώνει μαργώνουν τα πουλιά της γης κι ούτε ένα δεν ζυγώνει Σαν αερικό θα ζήσω σαν αερικό Ανάσα είναι καυτερή και στέπα του Καυκάσου η σκέψη που παραμιλά και λέει τα όνειρά σου Όσες κι αν χτίζουν φυλακές κι αν ο κλοιός στενεύει ο νους μας είναι αληταριό που όλο θα δραπετεύει Σαν αερικό θα ζήσω σαν αερικό Σαν αερικό θα ζήσω σαν αερικό		Lyrics: Thanasis Papakonstantinou Music: Thanasis Papakonstantinou All this world's birds wherever they flapped wherever their nest is built wherever they warbled Where a man's mind can flap where a man's mind can rise not even one of this world's birds has ever arrived Like a pixie* shall i live Like a pixie Fiery breath it is and Caucasus steppe your maundering thought that tells your deams No matter how many prisons they build and if the cordon gets smaller our vagran mind will always escape Like a pixie shall i live Like a pixie Like a pixie shall i live Like a pixie
	*Pixie = elf = spright

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bicycle in the mist

 

mist full over my soul

instead of a description...

 blue star

shows my mood, the last few months

 the man and the heron

A summer hope in tough winter
Naxos September 2013 

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza

our Rocinante

fully equipped in the role of battering machine

my lord perform complex strategic calculations to defeat the enemy

me fully coordinated with my username

 

(I mentioned that there is a a tragic circular sharing of roles)

Rocinante

Rocinante is Don Quixote's horse in the novel Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. In many ways, Rocinante is not only Don Quixote's horse, but also his double: like Don Quixote, he is awkward, past his prime, and engaged in a task beyond his capacities.

 

Rocinante is also my horse, my steel horse   

Made in memory of my second puberty
Also made in a state of perfect uncertainty about my physical integrity
After a bad accident which cost me half of my leg 

After standing disuse of the foot 3 to 4 months of time

 Rocín in Spanish means a work horse or low-quality horse, but can also mean an illiterate or rough man.The etymology is uncertain.

 Well... titanium from my knee and below
chromoly 4130 to the frame of the horse
Mostly working horses are both
Rough in my behavior just me
This was always my armor

  The name is a complex pun. In Spanish, ante has several meanings and can function as a standalone word as well as a suffix. One meaning is "before" or "previously". Another is "in front of". As a suffix, -ante in Spanish is adverbial; rocinante refers to functioning as, or being, a rocín. "Rocinante," then, follows Cervantes' pattern using ambiguous, multivalent words, common throughout the novel. 

Like the story of my life
 

Ambiguities
 

Before and after
 

As a completely different cover and back cover
and the process of changing the main book

must however be switched back to my armor again 

 Rocinante's name, then, signifies his change in status from the "old nag" of before to the "foremost" steed.^[1] As Cervantes describes Don Quijote's choice of name:"a name, to his thinking, lofty, sonorous, and significant of his condition as a hack before he became what he now was, the first and foremost of all the hacks in the world".