Σάββατο, 17 Οκτωβρίου 2015

Αρχαία μυστικά.

Ήρεμα, ατάραχα, ακύμαντα νερά
Ένιωθα μέσα τους να καθρεφτίζεσαι
Μ' ακολουθούσε η σκιά σου
Λίμνες συγκοινωνούντα δοχεία
κρύβουν καλά τα αρχαία μυστικά τους
όπως τα κρύβεις κι εσύ.

Κοίτα το καθρέφτισμα των λιμνών
Θαύμασε το παιχνίδισμα των νερών
και σώπασε...

Α.Φ.





Παρασκευή, 16 Οκτωβρίου 2015

The Secrets (2008) Movie Trailer





Naomi, the brilliant and pious daughter of an ultra orthodox rabbi finds herself at a crossroads of life choices when her mother dies and she is expected to immediately marry her father's prodigy. Distressed yet determined, she begs that her father allow her one year to study at a women's religious seminary in Safed, the birthplace of the Kabala in order to prepare herself for the sacrifices she will make as a wife. Her father relents and Naomi's life begins to take an unexpected turn. Devote but lively, Naomi and her new friend Michelle befriend a beautiful, mysterious older woman, Anouk, (Fanny Ardant) who is ill and living nearby who may or may not be Jewish, and may have committed a crime of passion. Naomi devises a series of rituals which will somehow purify Anouk and purge her of her sins, but as these stretch the borders of Jewish law they must be kept secret. Eventually this journey into the forbidden leads to a growing attraction between the two girls and more crossroads are faced. The Secrets presents the complexities of a religious lifestyle in a vibrant environment of youth, rebellion and desire.


You can watch the film online here.

Παρασκευή, 9 Οκτωβρίου 2015

John Steinbeck on Falling in Love




New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
Fa

Τετάρτη, 7 Οκτωβρίου 2015

Μες στη βροχή



Στάθηκες δίπλα μου και μου κράτησες την ομπρέλα
και ρίγησα που βρέθηκα ξαφνικά τόσο κοντά σου,
κάτω από τη σκέπη σου.
Καθώς άνοιγες τα φτερά σου μες στη βροχή,
η γκρίζα πολιτεία φωτίστηκε.
Δεν άντεξα να μείνω λίγο ακόμα δίπλα σου.
Δεν άντεξα να γυρίσω να σε κοιτάξω
και χάθηκα μες στο σκοτάδι της νύχτας.

Α.Φ.

Κυριακή, 4 Οκτωβρίου 2015

A dream within a dream by Edgar Allan Poe



Take this kiss upon the brow! 
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream; 
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep! 
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp? 
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave? 
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?