55 ΝΟΕ 2007-ΙΑΝ 2008
Dear Phaedrus,
Dear Phaedrus,
the end of the world is hanging from my head. I’m giving you my hand and you’re cutting the string. I don’t know you, neither do you and you don’t encourage me, not even for a moment. I’m losing my world and the world of others. I don’t know you, neither do you that’s why my joy cannot depend on you. a new cobweb and a newer dullsville a new contact with the sweet round about a new cobweb and a different string. I don’t damn-ify you for pushing me over besides I’m here, I still remain here. and I will live, I will see, I will speak with the abstracted. I will find the continuity even if not being in the visibility range, I’m not frightened or I may be. when I will be I might remember you for a while I might feel secure in the presence of one I don’t know you, neither do you but you will be in my heart let yourself exist for me let this be the beginning in the middle of the void; in the middle of the string; of the head. I will make up the world and beautify it and I’ll be a beautiful figure in it and when everything is going to be beautified then, all should be meant to live forever is “not” beauty the way to eternity?
my heart and my logic may speak differently , but they sound the same beauty to me . . . Because everything reflects your beauty , and calls my own duty . . .
Ελένη Ηλία-Καλπία
To speak out loud my destiny is not in fact my duty, but this is truly my beauty . . . And what is really eternity , if it is not the echo of beauty ? The echo that crosses the boundaries of reality , isn’t it a travel of exotic and ideal beauty ? Like the travel when I look into your eyes and I almost touch eternity . . . And what if I don’t speak logically ? My poetry and my love speak of beauty , so, our beauty is the way to eternity . . . Ελπίδα Σχίζα