Scum

They said in the news this morning that vandals made a big mess in the Midlands tram service by cutting the overhead cables. Since they can rely on the indigenous scum, they don't need terrorism to screw up the country.

Ποίημα

Αυτό το ποίημα το έγραψε ο αδερφός μου και του το ζήτησα να το βάλω εδώ αν και δεν του επιτρέπω να διαβάζει το blog μου. Με χαρά μου το έδωσε.

Θα έρθω σπίτι σου ξαφνικά,
Θα σε πάρω κοντά μου με τα πιο μακριά μου χέρια
Στη γειτονιά σου τους σκύλους μου θα λύσω
Τα αδέλφια σου
Τη μάνα σου θα προσυλητίσω
Και θα φύγουμε μακριά
Και να δούμε μπροστά μας χαλάσματα
Θα τα πηδήσουμε,
Εξεγέρσεις στην επαρχία, φωτιές σε εκκλησίες,
Δεν μας τρομάζουνε,
κι αν διψάσουμε
θα πιούμε από το αρχαίο νερό που έχω φυλάξει στο στέρνο μου.
Σε ορυχεία θα κοιμόμαστε,
Σε ηλιοβασιλέματα θα λουζόμαστε
Και σε όλους τους ανθρώπους θα διδάξουμε
Να σμίγουν τον έβενο με το ελεφαντόδοντο.

Lyrics

I bought red glasses and everything around me looks like a cinema movie
and I don't know how to live, I don't know how to love
I just watch my life
I bought a red pen, follow the coastline and write
songs of fire, songs of blaze
I just copy my life

Oh, how beautiful the sun and the morning are
and what a pain the friend who cries ''trip'' is
Oh, how beautiful the moon is when it comes out to see us
holding a light for the love's feast

I bought a red heart and wear a loose shirt
and I ask the people who know about love to tell me whom I should give love to
I bought red wings, have a good time and laugh
I touch the snow's body and the martlet's tail
I talk into God's ears.

Oh, how beautiful the sun and the morning are
and what a pain the friend who cries ''trip'' is
Oh, how beautiful the moon is when it comes out to see us
holding a lightfor the love's feast

S. Kraounakis
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The North Star will drive the clouds off
but before the sail cloth appears in the sea
I will become wave and fire to hug you, foreign land
and you, my fatherland, now lost and distant
you will become a cuddle and a wound at the same time
as soon as you wake up in this foreign land

Now I jump into life's feast
Now I jump into joy's celebration

My old moons, my new birds
drive the sun and the day off the mountain
so as to see me passing by like a lightning.

M. Hatzidakis/N. Gatsos