True to love and beauty, freedom and truth…
Ωραία τα όμορφα συναισθήματα, αλλά υπάρχουν και τα άσχημα. Ευτυχώς. Μ’αρέσει να βυθίζομαι στη μελαγχολία μου και να την καταγράφω, κάθε φορά με μοναδικό τρόπο. Έτσι κι αλλίως, σπάνια κρατάει πολύ λόγω της κυκλοθυμικότητας μου.
Not a shiny trinket to be trifled with
nor a conquest of lands unknown
not just the origin of gentle mirth
nor vice and sin’s galore.
A gift of heavens,
a curse of hell?
demons’ or angels’
we’ll never tell.
From both and yet none
and even so more
what I feel and dream and hope
my soul tore.
Never shall you ever pander
to feelings low and base
Nor indulge in merely
poor, hurt Plato’s grace.
Gifts you’re given never waste
freely offered by the gods
For nothing’s ever freely offered
which valued more than golden rods
For what you worship and adore
be ready to shed your blood
of body or mind or soul
and never on failures brood.
’tis sacrifice that moves life’s
ever-forward rolling wheel
and pure heart’s blood
that oils these gears of steel.
Savor this suffering
for that you live it’s proof
true to love and beauty
freedom and truth…
