Sunday, April 28, 2013

Στην τσέπη του παλτού σου
παλιό σουσάμι
φλούδια φιστικιών
και το τσαλακωμένο γράμμα μου.
Ξύπνησαν λέξεις
φράσεις ανακλαδίστηκαν
έτριξα μήνες εκεί μέσα
μέρες του κρύου
νύχτες απ’ την κρεμάστρα μέσα στη σιωπή
μήπως ακούσεις
άλλαξα στίξη αμβλύνοντας υπαινιγμούς
κόπηκα ράφτηκα εν αγνοία σου
κατά τις πιθανές σου επιθυμίες.
Μα τώρα πια που μπαίνει το καλοκαιράκι
κι είναι σαφείς οι προοπτικές του μέλλοντός μας
αντί να γκρεμοτσακιστώ πηδώντας
ή αντί να με ξεγράψεις
στέλνοντας το παλτό σου στο καθαριστήριο
θα σφίξω θα μαζέψω
σε σουσάμι ή φλούδι
κι απ’ τις ραφές θα γραπωθώ για πάντα.
Κάποτε θα μ’ αγγίξουνε τα δάχτυλά σου.

Γιάννης Βαρβέρης, (από τη συλλογή Αναπήρων πολέμου, Κέδρος 1982)

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Monday, December 10, 2012

Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Κουράζεται κανείς να ζει χωρίς εκείνον που παράφορα αγάπησε. Έρωτας είναι αυτή η κούραση.
Φωτεινή Τσαλίκογλου

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

From the pine tree
learn of the pine tree
from the bamboo
learn of the bamboo.

Basho

Monday, November 12, 2012


"Awe is what moves us forward."
Joseph Campbell

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." 
Norman Cousins

"The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own."  Benjamin Disraeli


"Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment.  Full effort is full victory."
Mahatma Gandhi

a wintry sonnet - Christina Rossetti



A Robin said: The Spring will never come,
And I shall never care to build again.
A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome,
My sap will never stir for sun or rain.
The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,
I neither care to wax nor care to wane.
The Ocean said: I thirst from long ago,
Because earth’s rivers cannot fill the main.
When Springtime came, red Robin built a nest,
And trilled a lover’s song in sheer delight.
Grey hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might
Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.
The dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest,
Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore.

Saturday, November 10, 2012



"For twenty seven years
I’ve always sought the Way.
Well, this morning we passed
Like strangers on the road.

- Kokuin (10th century)"

"Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom."


"The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can't have it. The minute you don't want power, you'll have more than you ever dreamed possible.."
Ram Dass

"Events, circumstances, etc., have their origin in ourselves.  They spring from seeds which we have sown."  -Henry David Thoreau