Στο όνειρο ήρθα να σε βρώ (Αγγελική Ελευθερίου)

Στο όνειρο ήρθα να σε βρώ
και είχα μια χαρά που τα κατάφερα
κι έλεγα μέσα μου τι καλά έκανα, τι καλά
Βοήθησα κιόλας να μαζέψουμε
χαρτιά βιβλία ρούχα·
και σ'άρεσε πολύ
και τό 'πες
Είπες και κάτι άλλο
κι έγινε τότε φανερό πώς ήτανε ανάγκη πια
να έχω έρθει
Αλήθεια, γιατί δεν ήρθα.

melancholia (Charles Bukowski)

the history of melancholia
includes all of us.

me, I writhe in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
and nothing.

I have gotten so used to melancholia
that
I greet it like an old
friend.

I will now do 15 minutes of grieving
for the lost redhead,
I tell the gods.

I do it and feel quite bad
quite sad,
then I rise
CLEANSED
even though nothing is
solved.

that’s what I get for kicking
religion in the ass.

I should have kicked the redhead
in the ass
where her brains and her bread and
butter are
at …

but, no, I’ve felt sad
about everything:
the lost redhead was just another
smash in a lifelong
loss …

I listen to drums on the radio now
and grin.

there is something wrong with me
besides
melancholia.

Κοιτάς Μακριά (Υπόγεια Ρεύματα)

Κοιτάς μακριά μα δε μου λες τι βλέπεις
μιλάς σωστά μα δε μου λες τι ξέρεις
έτσι κι εγώ δε θα σου πω ποτέ μου
πως πάντα θα σε αγαπώ

Κι αναζητώ στα λυπηρά τραγούδια
μα δεν μπορώ να βρω άλλα καινούρια
τι ήταν και αυτό το ξαφνικό Θεέ μου
πήρα μονόδρομο ακριβό

Και κάνω ευχές σαν πέφτουνε τα αστέρια
μα εσύ δεν θες να ’ρθείς τα καλοκαίρια
σβήσε κι αυτό το όνειρο χαμένο
κουράστηκα να νοσταλγώ

At Seventeen (Janis Ian)

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
and high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
lacking in the social graces
desperately remained at home
inventing lovers on the phone
who called to say "Come dance with me"
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
at seventeen

A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs
whose name I never could pronounce
said - Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve

And the rich relationed hometown queen
marries into what she needs
with a guarantee of company
and haven for the elderly

Remember those who win the game
lose the love they sought to gain
in debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
exceeds accounts received
at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
of valentines that never came
and those whose names were never called
when choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game, and when we dare
to cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
that call and say "Come dance with me"
and murmur vague obscenities
at ugly girls like me
at seventeen

Be Mine (R.E.M)

I never thought of this as funny

It speaks another world to me

I wanna be your Easter bunny

I wanna be your Christmas tree

I'll strip the world that you must live in

Of all its godforsaken greed

I'll ply the tar out of your feathers

I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet

You and me

You and me

You and me

And if I choose your sanctuary

I'll want to wash you with my hair

I'll want to drink of sacred fountains

And find the riches hidden there

I'll eat the lotus and peyote

I'll want to hear the caged-bird sing

I'll want the secrets of the temple

I'll want the finger with the ring

You and me

You and me

You and me

And if you make me your religion

I'll give you all you will need

I'll be the drawing of your breath

I'll be the cup if you should bleed

I'll be the sky above the Ganges

I'll be the vast and stormy sea

I'll be the lights that guide you inland

I'll be the visions you will see

Visions you will see

You will see

You will see

You and me

You and me

You and me

You and me

You and me

You and me