STARSEE - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose to live with my anxious self I cannot spare the sea that’s obvious And I cannot escape from the malicious Boredom of life I also cannot live without my loneliness And that is fine in some way Because I am looking for stars in the roads And I only realize the full absence of stars from the walking avenues The sky believe what I am saying but he insist to keep the stars on his body like a holy tattoo and that is fine in some way because I certainly don’t want to see the stars under the lost footsteps of the avenues forgotten pioneers Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose To built the ship of my destiny How am I suppose to fit the lyrics With my poem Unfortunately I don’t have the answer And this tell me that maybe I cannot finish the ship which can take me to the land of tomorrow Sometimes a blind poet come into my dreams And try to make me one of his lyrics He realize of course that I cannot sing and he also knows that I cannot be a poet but he also knows that I could give everything if I could be the Ulisses of my life even for a minute if I could follow the road for my Ithaki… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET-ARTIST PAINTER ATHENS-GREECE

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May 19, 2019

May 19, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC

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SOMETIMES

Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose to live with my anxious self I cannot spare the sea that’s obvious And I cannot escape from the malicious Boredom of life I also cannot live without my loneliness And that is fine in some way Because I am looking for stars in the roads And I only realize the full absence of stars from the walking avenues The sky believe what I am saying but he insist to keep the stars on his body like a holy tattoo and that is fine in some way because I certainly don’t want to see the stars under the lost footsteps of the avenues forgotten pioneers Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose To built the ship of my destiny How am I suppose to fit the lyrics With my poem Unfortunately I don’t have the answer And this tell me that maybe I cannot finish the ship which can take me to the land of tomorrow Sometimes a blind poet come into my dreams And try to make me one of his lyrics He realize of course that I cannot sing and he also knows that I cannot be a poet but he also knows that I could give everything if I could be the Ulisses of my life even for a minute if I could follow the road for my Ithaki… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET-ARTIST PAINTER ATHENS-GREECE

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ΤHE YOUTH ROOM You went back to the youth room and you wondered which whims did not let you get as far as you could which fears and disappointments did not let you mark your own destination with your compass It is not only one Ithaca not only one destination why did not you come back like a ghost one night why you borrowed your dreams from the deads Every night you hear the ship that sails Why you never search the sailor who longed to look with your eyes and to measure the loneliness of the deep ocean You went back to the youth room and you wondered why you did not paint the path you deserved, but you let the boredom and the everydayness smother a small alley with a half- an alley to walk an alley to get lost ...

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May 19, 2019

May 19, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC

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ΤHE YOUTH ROOM

ΤHE YOUTH ROOM You went back to the youth room and you wondered which whims did not let you get as far as you could which fears and disappointments did not let you mark your own destination with your compass It is not only one Ithaca not only one destination why did not you come back like a ghost one night why you borrowed your dreams from the deads Every night you hear the ship that sails Why you never search the sailor who longed to look with your eyes and to measure the loneliness of the deep ocean You went back to the youth room and you wondered why you did not paint the path you deserved, but you let the boredom and the everydayness smother a small alley with a half- an alley to walk an alley to get lost ...

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You went back to the youth room and you wondered which whims did not let you get as far as you could which fears and disappointments did not let you mark your own destination with your compass It is not only one Ithaca not only one destination why did not you come back like a ghost one night why you borrowed your dreams from the deads Every night you hear the ship that sails Why you never search the sailor who longed to look with your eyes and to measure the loneliness of the deep ocean You went back to the youth room and you wondered why you did not paint the path you deserved, but you let the boredom and the everydayness smother a small alley with a half- an alley to walk an alley to get lost ...

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC

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ΤHE YOUTH ROOM

You went back to the youth room and you wondered which whims did not let you get as far as you could which fears and disappointments did not let you mark your own destination with your compass It is not only one Ithaca not only one destination why did not you come back like a ghost one night why you borrowed your dreams from the deads Every night you hear the ship that sails Why you never search the sailor who longed to look with your eyes and to measure the loneliness of the deep ocean You went back to the youth room and you wondered why you did not paint the path you deserved, but you let the boredom and the everydayness smother a small alley with a half- an alley to walk an alley to get lost ...

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THE UNDEFINED POEM I ask you ask they ask We ask the same questions And we demand the same answers But how can we demand for answers From whom We are dust in the wind And shadows in the desert And words in an undefined poem We don’t understand his language We don’t understand his rhyme We don’t understand his rhythm But we suppose must sing it We must scream with it We must scream for life and light And for light in life Its difficult for a common people like everyone of us to elevate in the sky with this poem but its difficult also to elevate in the sky without this poem The eternal flame The eternal fog The eternal everything The eternal nothing “I am not sure about what I say But I speak that’s for sure” These are words of this undefined poem The poem speak I speak you speak everybody speaks the poetry of ignorance or the ignorance of poetry No rules just delays and various Meanings The poem is undefined and infinite The problem is That all of us as words of this poem We are not infinites So the poem goes on without us… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC

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THE UNDEFINED POEM

THE UNDEFINED POEM I ask you ask they ask We ask the same questions And we demand the same answers But how can we demand for answers From whom We are dust in the wind And shadows in the desert And words in an undefined poem We don’t understand his language We don’t understand his rhyme We don’t understand his rhythm But we suppose must sing it We must scream with it We must scream for life and light And for light in life Its difficult for a common people like everyone of us to elevate in the sky with this poem but its difficult also to elevate in the sky without this poem The eternal flame The eternal fog The eternal everything The eternal nothing “I am not sure about what I say But I speak that’s for sure” These are words of this undefined poem The poem speak I speak you speak everybody speaks the poetry of ignorance or the ignorance of poetry No rules just delays and various Meanings The poem is undefined and infinite The problem is That all of us as words of this poem We are not infinites So the poem goes on without us… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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SOMETIMES Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose to live with my anxious self I cannot spare the sea that’s obvious And I cannot escape from the malicious Boredom of life I also cannot live without my loneliness And that is fine in some way Because I am looking for stars in the roads And I only realize the full absence of stars from the walking avenues The sky believe what I am saying but he insist to keep the stars on his body like a holy tattoo and that is fine in some way because I certainly don’t want to see the stars under the lost footsteps of the avenues forgotten pioneers Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose To built the ship of my destiny How am I suppose to fit the lyrics With my poem Unfortunately I don’t have the answer And this tell me that maybe I cannot finish the ship which can take me to the land of tomorrow Sometimes a blind poet come into my dreams And try to make me one of his lyrics He realize of course that I cannot sing and he also knows that I cannot be a poet but he also knows that I could give everything if I could be the Ulisses of my life even for a minute if I could follow the road for my Ithaki… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC

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SOMETIMES

SOMETIMES Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose to live with my anxious self I cannot spare the sea that’s obvious And I cannot escape from the malicious Boredom of life I also cannot live without my loneliness And that is fine in some way Because I am looking for stars in the roads And I only realize the full absence of stars from the walking avenues The sky believe what I am saying but he insist to keep the stars on his body like a holy tattoo and that is fine in some way because I certainly don’t want to see the stars under the lost footsteps of the avenues forgotten pioneers Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose To built the ship of my destiny How am I suppose to fit the lyrics With my poem Unfortunately I don’t have the answer And this tell me that maybe I cannot finish the ship which can take me to the land of tomorrow Sometimes a blind poet come into my dreams And try to make me one of his lyrics He realize of course that I cannot sing and he also knows that I cannot be a poet but he also knows that I could give everything if I could be the Ulisses of my life even for a minute if I could follow the road for my Ithaki… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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WHAT IS LOVE FOR A STATUE I can see through your land Through your sea and your horizon But what I see I don’t know Are you a woman or a statue Your hair are made of loneliness Your eyes are made of centuries Your blood is made of stars You are so far but yet so distant You skirt me sometimes Because I think that you steel my ability To look with my inner eyes But the worst is that you control me So much and I cant recognize myself Are you a spirit of love or a misery Yet I can see through your land Through your sea and your horizon But I cant understand why you left me Forgotten in an empty road Why you ignore my footsteps Why your chains hold me tight In your anything except love What is love for a statue What is love for a creature which his blood is made of stars the philosopher cries cause he can say by sure what are you as I can see you are something between a woman and a statue you have the beauty of a woman and the hardness of a statue you are made of flesh and marble you are made to cause tears and fears to your lovers but how can anybody make love with a statue how can anybody be a woman and a statue in the same time I can see through your land Through your sea and your horizon But I still wonder what I see What are you and what I am To insist loving you But mainly I still wonder What is love for a statue CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC

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WHAT IS LOVE FOR A STATUE

WHAT IS LOVE FOR A STATUE I can see through your land Through your sea and your horizon But what I see I don’t know Are you a woman or a statue Your hair are made of loneliness Your eyes are made of centuries Your blood is made of stars You are so far but yet so distant You skirt me sometimes Because I think that you steel my ability To look with my inner eyes But the worst is that you control me So much and I cant recognize myself Are you a spirit of love or a misery Yet I can see through your land Through your sea and your horizon But I cant understand why you left me Forgotten in an empty road Why you ignore my footsteps Why your chains hold me tight In your anything except love What is love for a statue What is love for a creature which his blood is made of stars the philosopher cries cause he can say by sure what are you as I can see you are something between a woman and a statue you have the beauty of a woman and the hardness of a statue you are made of flesh and marble you are made to cause tears and fears to your lovers but how can anybody make love with a statue how can anybody be a woman and a statue in the same time I can see through your land Through your sea and your horizon But I still wonder what I see What are you and what I am To insist loving you But mainly I still wonder What is love for a statue CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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FORGET THE FAIRYTALES Leafes believe the fairytales of the wind And blows away Remember to forget the fairytales Waves believe the fairytales of the land And loose the sea Remember to forget the fairytales Fairies believe the fairytales of the moon And loose their winds Remember to forget the fairytales Desert believe the fairytales of the shadow and become illusion Remember to forget the fairytales Sky believe the fairytales of the earth And loose the sun Remember to forget the fairytales Books believe the fairytales of the truth And loose their language Remember to forget the fairytales Childrens believe the fairytales of the adults and loose their childhood Remember to forget the fairytales. CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC

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FORGET THE FAIRYTALES

FORGET THE FAIRYTALES Leafes believe the fairytales of the wind And blows away Remember to forget the fairytales Waves believe the fairytales of the land And loose the sea Remember to forget the fairytales Fairies believe the fairytales of the moon And loose their winds Remember to forget the fairytales Desert believe the fairytales of the shadow and become illusion Remember to forget the fairytales Sky believe the fairytales of the earth And loose the sun Remember to forget the fairytales Books believe the fairytales of the truth And loose their language Remember to forget the fairytales Childrens believe the fairytales of the adults and loose their childhood Remember to forget the fairytales. CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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COMMON WORDS Common everyday words Meaningless words of nothing Overused shadows in a blind world We have to escape from them We have to reinvent another worldwide language Meaningless words Meaningless peoples They frightened us Because they belong to the ugliness We frightened them Because we believe in beauty We are threat for them because we Believe in a new language In a Human language For Humanity In a language made of light In a language made of love and beauty In a language made of Poetry Common everyday words They refuse us We refuse them CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC

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COMMON WORDS

COMMON WORDS Common everyday words Meaningless words of nothing Overused shadows in a blind world We have to escape from them We have to reinvent another worldwide language Meaningless words Meaningless peoples They frightened us Because they belong to the ugliness We frightened them Because we believe in beauty We are threat for them because we Believe in a new language In a Human language For Humanity In a language made of light In a language made of love and beauty In a language made of Poetry Common everyday words They refuse us We refuse them CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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NOBODY I am nobody I am a king without a throne A garden in the desert of a tree Who knows where I come from Who knows where I go Who knows why I spare my dreams for nothing I am everything and nothing A cloud beyond the rain A rain beyond the cloud Maybe one day I can feel my nature Maybe one day I can understand Why I act and live so different from myself Why I live my life like a stranger And become a blank message In an empty bottle I feel so sad Because I am nobody Nobody like anyone else CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC

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NOBODY

NOBODY I am nobody I am a king without a throne A garden in the desert of a tree Who knows where I come from Who knows where I go Who knows why I spare my dreams for nothing I am everything and nothing A cloud beyond the rain A rain beyond the cloud Maybe one day I can feel my nature Maybe one day I can understand Why I act and live so different from myself Why I live my life like a stranger And become a blank message In an empty bottle I feel so sad Because I am nobody Nobody like anyone else CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE

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