For just a Moment...

Forbidden love told through age old

Tales, gives some hope,

And some fear

Pulled in by something

I can't quite explain

He brings a light to my world

As if all things cruel were gone.                                                                                

The world seems perfect,

For just a moment.

Hope is tangible,

For just a moment.

All fears subside,

For just a moment.

                                                                                                                           

But memories fade, and people

forget.

For just a moment I can feel the

world returns, but as change passes

The age old tale a Romeo and Juliet

returns.

The fear

The cruel

The wicked.

For just a moment.

-a child's poem

                                               

 For just a moment

                        

                                                                                                                                       

Fortune Cookie!!!

After having dinner at a thai food restaurant, I got my fortune-cookie!!

"Not every soil can bear things. Be practical."

                                                                                                                                                           -Saturday, September 22nd 2012-

Just a poem..

Where I'm from

I am from the sugary                                                          

and bitter grapes .                                                                            
From the warm,
salty spring waters
lapping at the shore.
I 'm from the sun wanted sand
and heated pebbles.

I am from the
sweet smell of my house,

from freshly washed bed-clothes.                
I am from maroon leaves
and brown bark of
the towering Beech tree
looking like a secret
world from the grass.

I am from breaded chicken
and from scrumptious salmon.
I am from rich pie and delicious cider,

fresh from a farm.                                                                          

I am from loving parents
and grandparents,
from laughable siblings,
and from caring nannies.

A child's poem....                                                                                                                       

Poem of the day...

A slash of Blue—

A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,

Compose an Evening Sky—

A little purple—slipped between—

Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—

A Wave of Gold—

A Bank of Day—

This just makes out the Morning Sky. 

- Emily Dickinson -

Something..somewhere.. randomly..

Yesterday, on Monday, September 17th 2012, I went out for a walk and do some research for classes and courses at the community college. While I was on the bus, I noticed a poem of Pablo Neruda on a wall with bold and colorful letters ...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/N/NerudaPablo/17Idonotlove.htm 

Saturday, September 15th 2011

Barbeque on the beach!!!

After the childrens' activities and some errands, spontaneously, my host family suggested to have our dinner on the beach!!!

Destination --------> Golden Gardens Park

We prepared the food, got into the car and left!!!

There, the scenery was beautiful; the sea and the trees behind!!! There were many people who had the same idea, apart from a group who had different purpose! They had made a circle and danced in the rythm of american-native music!!! I was wondering what they were celebrating for, so I went to ask..

I learnt that they were celebrating the "Ocean Healing" in a Drum Circle!!!  Our little trip came to an end by watching the sunset!!! :D

Ημερολόγιο Αισιοδοξίας - Τhe Diary of Optimism

Πέμπτη, 13 Σεπτεμβρίου 2012

"Έχεις σκεφτεί ποτέ να γράψεις ποίηση; Τετράδιο, μολύβι και έξω στη λιακάδα στο πιο συμπαθητικό στέκι της περιοχής. Τα λόγια θα 'ρθουν από μόνα τους."

Με μια μικρή αλλαγή!! :

"Έχεις σκεφτεί ποτέ να γράψεις...; Τετράδιο, μολύβι, ΚΑΦΕΣ και έξω στη λιακάδα στο πιο συμπαθητικό καφέ της περιοχής. Τα λόγια θα 'ρθουν από μόνα τους." ;)

In English

Thursday, September 13th 2012

"Have you ever thought to write a poem? Notepad, pencil and outside under the sunshine at the most friendly and cozy place of the neighborhood. The words or thoughts will come...."

One small change!! :

"Have you ever thought to write down.....? Notepad, pencil, COFFEE and outside under the sunshine at the most friendly and cozy place of the neighborhood. The words or thoughts will come...."