Your Hands
by Pablo Neruda

When your hands
leap towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop at my lips,
so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before,
I have touched them,
as if, before being,
they travelled
my forehead, my waist?

Their smoothness
came winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid
your hands on my chest
I knew those wings
of gold dove,
I knew that clay,
and that colour of grain.

The years of my life
have been roadways of searching,
climbing of stairs,
crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters recalled me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
Wood, of a sudden,
brought me the contact with you,
the almond-tree summoned
your hidden smoothness,
until both your hands
closed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.

 

 

I share a lot of things with my sister Marietta,
one of which is our love for crafts.!!
We love to crochet, knit, sew, embroider and more!!

We are a team, we are called Double Crochets.
We crochet at the strangest places around Athens,
and we have a crochet-knitting club,
our goal is to spread the word or let’s better say
«spread the thread».

I proudly present to you our blog:
Double Crochets 

we both love the internet, but marietta loves it more

we both love yarn, but panagiota loves it more

we will spin a yarn through our blog…
follow us!

 translated from icelandic

 

 

Hoppípolla/Jumpin’ Puddles

«Smiling 
Spinning ’round and ’round 
Holding hands 
The whole world a blur 
But you are standing 

Soaked 
Completely drenched 
No rubber boots 
Running in us 
Want to erupt from a shell 

Wind in 
Aand outdoor smell of your hair 
I hit as fast as I could 
With my nose 

Hopping into puddles 
Completely drenched 
Soaked 
With no boots on 

And I get nosebleed 
But I always get up «

Sigur Rós

είναι αλήθεια
ένα παιδί όσες φορές κι αν πέσει,
σηκώνεται ξανά
θα κλάψει
θα πονάει
πολύ
ή
και λιγότερο
αλλά θα σταθεί όρθιο
θα σφίξει τις μικρές παλάμες του
με πείσμα
ένα χαμόγελο
θα εμφανιστεί στο πρόσωπό του
και θα συνεχίσει
το παιχνίδι

και τι είναι η ζωή
παρά ένα αδιάκοπό
λίγο πιο σοβαρό
παιχνίδι

σήκω
ξανά
μπορείς!

τι ρόλο αλήθεια έχει να παίξει το πλήθος;

τι είναι όλοι εκείνοι στις πλατείες και στα πάρκα;
άλλοι μιλούν για χαβαλέ και άλλοι για αντίσταση,
άλλοι πάλι φοβούνται για προπαγάνδα και άλλη για καθοδηγούμενη εκτόνωση,

κι εγω ;

εγω δεν εχω κατεβει στο σύνταγμα καθόλου, δεν άκουσα, δεν είδα, δεν ένιωσα, δε ξέρω

όπως και τόσοι άλλοι,

μόνο ένα θα πω

«Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear»

Bertrand Russell

 

 


so it’s been a while
since you rescued my world,
all the trees were then green,
now the leaves fall..
aw it’s been a while
since you loved my smile,
now the chrysalis’s empty
watch your butterfly fly..

«Baibaba Bimba

One warm flash lights by flocking together appear and wink

with good smell

Starting of departure has been stimulated and rhythmed up by breathing

The sea who waits our navigation is becoming big or small

with good-bye and hello.»

what a story to tell,
what a music to play,
what a song to sing,
what a life to live..

with all our thoughts close to japan

hehe well I guess in the end That’s Life!!!

 

 

That’s life
That’s what all the people say
You’re riding high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune
When I’m back on top, back on top in June

I said that’s life
And as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stomping on a dream
But I don’t let it, let it get me down
‘Cause this fine old world
It keeps spinning around

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper,
A pirate, a poet,
A pawn and a king,
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself
Flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race

That’s life
I tell you, I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting baby
But my heart just ain’t gonna buy it
And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try
I’d jump right on a big bird
And then I’d fly

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper,
A pirate, a poet,
A pawn and a king,
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself laying
Flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That’s life
That’s life, and I can’t deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won’t buy it
But if there nothing shaking coming this here July
I’m going to roll myself up in a big ball
And die…

My my…

το τελευταίο καιρό όλο και περισσότερο
νιώθω να είμαι θρυμματισμένη σε κομματάκια.

ένα στο σχολείο, ένα στο ωδείο, ένα στο σπίτι, ένα στο μεταπτυχιακό,
δυο-τρία στους φίλους και τους γνωστούς
που μαζί με τα υπόλοιπα αιωρούνται γύρω μου σαν ένα νεφέλωμα δορυφόρων
γύρω από τον πλανήτη – nota….

δε ξέρω πόσο θα κρατήσει αυτό….

εγώ απλά απλώνω το χέρι μου και με ύφος  Snoopy … αποφασίζω
ποιο κομμάτι μου θα είμαι τώρα μετά, αργότερα και ύστερα πάλι από την αρχή.!

πάντα βέβαια με αναλαμπές πραγματικότητας,
όπου το νεφέλωμα των δορυφόρων-ρόλων μου εξαφανίζεται,

χαμογελώ
και τότε είμαι απλά εγώ.!

All of me!

: )

Athens I The Little Great City
emmanouil papadopoulos

music | Gustavo Santaolalla – Pajaros
My Blueberry Nights OST

i love my city,
it’s always nice to be reminded(elegantly) of the beauty in it..

Athens..

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