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THE LOVERS OF NOTHING

They mocked me, because I was not like them
They told you "Remove the glasses" and they slapped you,
because they were jealous of your puberty
They took our toys
and destroyed them,
because they feared our dreams
They hated us, because we smelled of love
They finally wore us the crown
the lovers of absolute nothing

They judged me, because I saw, while they were blind
With a camera in your house they dragged you,
because they were jealous of your loves
They showed us their weapons
and they threatened us,
because our silence frightened them
They crucified us, because we spoke of peace
They finally made us their gods
the lovers of absolute nothing

If I drown in the summer,
where will I be in the winter?
My dream has frozen,
but my faith still not

THE HOUSE

For this house I live,
for this deserted wall,
for this street that passes through me,
for this hand that paints my future
For this piano I live,
for these frames in the worn-out living room
For this city I live,
for this unfair city,
for this sun which I love and hate,
for this tree that will define my grave
For these eyes I live,
for these eyes that bring tears for me
For this sea I live
Here we don’t have trains

HANDSHAKE / Gay Anthem for the New Millennium

If I gave you hearts to throw you in bed,
would you look at me as if I killed your dog?
If I left you to wait as well,
would you have telephone for other person?
If I saw you like a sheep that I nourish for Easter,
would you ascribe to me bad intentions?
If I bought you beers and hugged you in the end,
if I spoke to you the way you wanted and told you what you wanted to hear,
if I didn’t spend hours to interpret your deaths,
if I were a jerk, a nothing, a monster,
would I be worthy only a handshake, Mrs …?

If I were a parasite (coffees at the square),
would I hide in my hand a wound from handshake?

My little nightmare, who knows it
if this summer
denies to give us
what saved from nature
If the fight in the fields
gives us thorns for reward,
if our dreams melt
and our olive trees betray us
If the seas call
a thousand fears to play,
if the animals revenge us
and the children are not innocent
If in the end I am the immolator,
the supreme tramp
where another summer
instead of a kiss he gave the hand

But rejection knows it
that villain doesn’t exist,
only a hand exists
that in the night turns us off the light
And my doctor knows it
that for all to blame is he
who was for me a star,
a second Christ

But rejection knows it
that villain doesn’t exist,
only a hand exists
that in the night turns us off the light
And my benefactor knows it
how much he loved me,
like a brother in the noon
and in the night like a god

RADAR (the "platonic question" in the 21st century)

Frivolous day,
which ear of wheat takes her from beside me,
which well says to her "Forget him!"?
Vulgar mountain,
which tree kills me inside her,
which telescope opens her eyes?

Frivolous night,
which hand takes her from my hand,
which star says "Hurt him!"?
Vulgar radar,
which sun blinds me inside her,
which spaceship changes her world?

ABOUT PASSION ' 05

Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again
John 4:13

Tonight I sleep in the city
and one thought is my every thought,
a word,
my whole language is a single word

5 in the morning,
after a painful, a nightmarish night

The sun rising from Paxos still burns my body
and this tireless passion still burns our soul

NO MORE AFFAIRS

No more affairs
I don’t love you anymore
and I do not wake up in my sleep for you
No more affairs
I don’t anticipate anymore to see you
and sleep by your side

No more teardrops
I’m not jealous anymore
and I do not blur my glasses for you anymore
No more deaths,
no more studying with tranquilisers,
no more sleeps with telephones on

No more vulgar messages
No more laughter and games when we are together
No more bees in the evening,
no kittens in the morning

No more affairs
I don’t say anymore that I think of you all the time,
I don’t say anymore that I love you
No more affairs,
because you asked for it
and I can only accept it

No more dreams
No more dreams that someday we’ll live together
You are not here anymore
and I will never be there

NOW THAT I DO NOT HAVE ANYONE

No hope - no harm
just another false alarm
Morrissey / The Smiths,
“Last Night I Dreamt that Somebody Loved Me”

The signals were invalid
that all continue
and a simple comfort
that everything gets used to

Now only in first person,
the knees bend,
the hands are made useless,
the lips simply remind of

What to do with the telephone
and what to say to my mother,
why shall I travel,
and spend my life?

For which reason shall I shed tears
and for whom shall I sing,
for which eyes to be beautiful,
for which body to be strong?

Which kindness to hate
and which hatred to love,
which bed to betray,
which sin to vindicate?

Everything inside me dies,
my charms get sick
and Spring’s nature
which doctor shall overcome?

Maybe you were nothing more
than a laughter in my jokes,
than a thought before I sleep,
than a teardrop in my funeral,
but the sea in which I fall
is a swirl without you
and the mountain that I climb
is called Golgotha for me
now that I do not have anyone

AGAIN WITH THE VILLAINS

Again with the villains,
miserable and impersonal
life has isolated me
and I feel unlucky
that I leave you behind me,
my sweet tyrant,
that my sleep was your sleep

Again with the villains,
egoists and ironic
everyday I’m spent
and feel wronged
that I finally lose you,
my sweet death,
I died when you died

Again with the villains,
loveless, jealous and full of complexes
I share a table,
I am stigmatised by them
In a pilgrimage to her legs
I ask for comfort,
she who in her 16
was not an old woman
and didn’t call us immature,
when we were children

Again with the villains,
hypocrites and underground,
life flattened me
and it is above my strengths
to worship you again,
my little nightmare,
that my defeat was your victory

NO CHRISTINA

Gifts that became stones
your words inside me
and how will I bear painlessly
such a heavy guilt?
I wronged you
I who whatever I heard
for you it only spoke
«They say everybody
steals somebody’s heart away» (1)
«I fell by your bed once,
I didn't want to tell you» (2)
«To die by your side
the pleasure the privilege is mine» (3)

No matter how much you try,
you don’t turn back time...

Now that your eyes on me
became arrows,
how shall I feel joy
with such weight of responsibility?
I betrayed you
I that whatever I wrote
for you it always spoke
and the whole Greece of my thought
for you it only ached
Corfu, Patra, Athens,
Thessalonica, Heraklio, Paxi
More than you no Christina
kept me in the ground
More than you no Christina
kept me a child

(1) Mazzy Star, “Flowers in December”, Among My Swan (1996)
(2) R.E.M., “Camera”, Reckoning (1984)
(3) The Smiths, “There Is a Light that Never Goes Out”, The Queen Is Dead (1986)

ANOTHER NIGHT OF CONFUSION & LAUGHTER
(Small Non-agreement in E Minor)

A! mister, mister Malakasi,
who will laugh at last?
Kostas Karyotakis, «Small Non-agreement in A Major»

And how unblest the day when you give in
(when you have lost yourself, and you give in)
K.P. Kavafis, «Satrapeia»

Giorgo, the night is endless tonight
I fear my brain won't bear
I feel that new struggles should begin,
for my feelings to pass such doors

Giorgo, the truth of many how it frightens me,
like a snake nightmare embraces my joy
In an androgynous condition I hover
I don’t know if I‘ll be able to stand a right father

And if you want to talk about great things,
we should properly raise our dream’s ladder,
because the life we live doesn’t sate with oxygen,
doesn’t bow to nothing, to must and to only
And if you want to talk about ridiculous things,
we should piece together beds, pillows and skulls,
because my hand tonight aches up to my nails
and I feel my heart fighting to cease beating

Giorgo, I feel drowsy, but I don’t sleep with saints
I deny to lose myself and give in
Because I may not have the chrism of Galani,
but in the end of the course to me they will wear the wreath

And if you want to talk about great things,
we should break the ice with prose of Kostalas,
because the life we live isn’t well-seated in a throne,
it bows in sin, it falls in love with the pain
And if you want to talk about ridiculous things,
we should piece together beds, pillows and skulls,
because this night has encircled me with refusals of a different class
and I tremble the kitten that I feed some day will betray me

(ONE) NIGHTMARE

Like cypresses are raised high up the roses
Unblest cemetery our love,
curse our affair

1000 suicides whisper in my ears
"Forget it!»
and my hopes are bicycles that stepped children
1000 suicides whisper in my ears
"Forget it!»
and my hopes are children who «accidentally» killed children

SECOND PROGRAM

It's heavy, I know, but I will tell it raw:
the intertwining of art controls Greece
The mass puts to sleep with digestible soups,
"alternative" proposals, "arty" proposals
It is insane, I know, and a double crime,
it is an invisible tie that drowns our neck

But as long as the doors that are demolished in front of us are few,
we live the biggest pleasure to be the milk inside the flies