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Πέμπτη 5 Ιουνίου 2014
Κυριακή 3 Μαρτίου 2013
Δευτέρα 11 Ιουνίου 2012
Δευτέρα 1 Αυγούστου 2011
But where do your travels, in the bodies of women, take you?
'When I am drunk, I know neither
the sky nor the earth.
I lie alone,
immobile in my bed.
Until, in the end,
I forget that I exist.
And at that moment
boundless is my joy.'
Lung–ho–Tse: a Chinese poet
of the Eighth Century.
You travel in lands
that do not exist, Egard.
Oh, Giacomo!
I travel much too,
but in the real world.
But where do your travels,
in the bodies of women, take you?
No place.
the sky nor the earth.
I lie alone,
immobile in my bed.
Until, in the end,
I forget that I exist.
And at that moment
boundless is my joy.'
Lung–ho–Tse: a Chinese poet
of the Eighth Century.
You travel in lands
that do not exist, Egard.
Oh, Giacomo!
I travel much too,
but in the real world.
But where do your travels,
in the bodies of women, take you?
No place.
Κυριακή 31 Ιουλίου 2011
Πέμπτη 12 Αυγούστου 2010
ιδρώνω σαν άλογο και βρωμάω σα γουρούνι
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