Fate

In ancient Greece, people believed that the fate of someone was controlled by the Moirai, who worked for the Gods and by judging the lifestyle of a person they would give them good or bad luck.

 Zenovia was a young girl who lived in Sparta, her father was a general in the army so she hardly saw or knew him. She spent most of her days in the house with her mom who taught her, how to cook and do the house chores. When she wasn't at home she spent her free time in the temple, praying for her father to return victorious and praying that one day she would also marry a man as brave as her father.

Few years later Zenovia was now an adult and she ought to get married. When she first heard that her mom wanted to give her to an old man who had just lost his wife she ran to the temple. There she prayed to the Gods that the old man dies and they give her a brave husband who would be worthy. The Gods heard her prayers and the old man died.

One day her mom send her to the forest to gather some flowers for the celebration of the victory of her father. She was in the forest searching for the flowers when suddenly she heard a deer screaming and running towards her, frightened she began running. All of a sudden she heard the deer screech and fall down. She went towards it to see what happened and she saw a tall young man armored. He tells her "Do not be frightened, I killed the deer" She then thanked him and brought him to her father. Who hearing about his bravery told him "Thank you for saving my daughter, If you fight and win my strongest soldier I will give her to you" the young man accepted the challenge. 

The next day all the generals and soldiers gathered to see the fight of the young man and their strongest soldier called Beast cause of his height and body statue. The young man was stripped off his armor and was given a staff and sling as weapon. He quickly finds a stone, and as the fight begins he dodges the two first strikes. He then finds an open field and strikes with the stone hitting the forehead of the beast resulting to its death. Everyone then howled with joy and the father said : " You truly are a strong warrior, as I promised my daughter is yours" 

Zenovia was very happy and went to the temple to thank the Gods cause she had met her fate in the eyes of a soldier...

Ειμαι Εδω

"Ψάξε με και θα με βρείς" είπες..
Σε ψάχνω αλλά είσαι χαμένος
Σε αναζητώ μέσα στης νύχτας το σκοτάδι
μα δεν είσαι πούθενα..
Έλα! ήρθα είμαι έδω
Νιώσε! ένιωσα είμαι έδω
Δείξε! έδειξα είμαι έδω
Δεν θές! θέλω είμαι έδω
Φυγε! εφυγα δεν αντεξα ομως
 γυρισα εκει που η καρδια ανηκει
σε εσένα.. Ειμαι εδω!
Όποιο εμπόδιο και να έβαλες  ήμουνα, είμαι και θα είμαι έδω!

ΕΛΈΥΘΕΡΗ ΠΟΛΙΟΡΚΗΜΈΝΗ

Είναι δύο αλλά είναι ένας.

Δύο αντρες μια γυναίκα

Μια γυναίκα δύο έρωτες

Ένα θέλω ένα δεν ξέρω

Φυλακισμένη στο σύστημα του έρωτα

Έρωτας.. κάτι επαναλαμβανόμενο μέν

αλλά μοναδικό δε..

Κάθε φορά κάτι διαφορετικό 

με ένα κοινό, ένα συναίσθημα που

Μια σε ανεβάζει μια σε κατεβάζει

Μια θές να το μοιραστείς με όλους 

Μια να το κρατήσεις για τον εαυτό σου

Το διεκδικείς και σε διεκδικεί

Είναι ένα απαραίτητο όργανο της ψυχής

Ο έρωτας σε κρατάει πάντα στα δεσμά του

Αν και μερικές φορές ξεφέυγεις αλλά οχι για πολύ

Τον αναζητάς και αυτός σε υποδέχεται 

όλο χαρά με ανοικτές αγκάλιες.

Με αυτόν νιώθεις Ελέυθερη, χωρίς αυτόν Πολιορκήμενη...

A LOVE BRUSH

My painting was rough, hasty with dark colors, just smudges here and there and I couldn't relate to it. So I threw my brush away, tore the painting, howled, then fell down on my kneels. Furthermore, I dipped my face into my two hands, ready to cry out of frustration. He smiled, anytime his lips reached to his cheekbones , my body would just disperse.His eyes were unfair, large almond shaped eyes,too blue, too overwhelming for any female to resist. He was lean, with a flexed ,well defined and athletic body. He was deadly handsome..
   I watched him as he walked across the room, bringing a new painting, then lifted me upright on my two feet. Thereafter, he picked the brush up from the floor, dipped it into the pallet, took my hand and started drawing. He then looked at me and said : " your hands have to be firm to picture what you feel " I turned stared at him for a second, sighed, then smiled at him and said : " Together everything is possible". Then we laughed and continued drawing and soon we were done.
 Afterwards, he asked me if i wanted a drink, I nodded, he poured me a glass of red wine and we sat on the floor. We looked at what we had created, looked at each other and started laughing again.
While chatting, he told me about his dreams,even though he made them look simple. Yet, from his description you could understand his excitement, and dedication towards them.
 Within minutes we started flirting, we talked about sex to an awe-inspiring level,establishing the things we had in common. He stands up,to refill our glasses of wine and he returns staring at me with a penetrating look, that makes me shiver. "You fascinate me, doll" he says and I stay aghast. He continues, saying "Your so cocky, and I like that in a girl ", "what am I?" I ask shamelessly. "Gorgeous, with your crazy,curly brunette hair,beautiful face,cracking figure, and full round tits" he said in a fast and cocky manner. And as he altered each word he came more closer, till I could feel his lips close to mine. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster.. He then looked at my eyes and said "and these eyes, which are now looking at me astonished, are undoubtedly the most attractive eyes I have ever see" and the next thing I felt was his lips on mine.
 We fell on the floor and kept kissing. His kisses were neat,deep and focused,my hands were exploring his body,he began to brush my skin,touching me,caresses my body and we made love all night..
  The next morning,the sunlight was so bright, I couldn't open my eyes fully. I heard the birds singing, it was like they knew, what was inside my heart and they were rejoicing with me. Everything suddenly felt right,it was it suppose to be.Nothing could come in between us now.I turned and I looked at him,remembering what happened last night and smiled. He was sleeping soundly like a baby, he was so beautiful. His face looked at peace, his lips were red like cherry,so kissable.. Then I realized, I was inlove.. I hadn't felt like this in a long time and it felt strange but sensational at the same time, I could hear my heart beating so fast, I could die. The feeling was so intense and i couldn't describe it..

    Finally I  laid down again and hugged him,so tightly I thought he would wake up. But he turned, hugged me and sighed. Before I understood it,I fell back asleep..
 

On a Rainy Tuesday

  It was a rainy Tuesday morning and evening at the same time, the sky was gray just like the equilibrium between white and black. The sky seemed calm and further, happy, lightnings kept falling one after the other and while this was going on, the rate of the rainfall was more intense. It was as if music was playing somewhere high, like there was a party and the rain were the dancers ..
    Trees and plants received the rain on their leaves and upon them devoutly, they could share the joy of rain and the sky itself. Even the sea was exhilarating and gave away even more water throughout the earth. The animals living in nature could feel what was happening around them and each of them showed his joy, in his own way. On the contrary the animals living in the city couldn't quite understand what was going on, some were frightened and hid wherever they found. People looked from a corner this ongoing show but could not understand .. To some this was all irrelevant and you could hear two or three curses here and there, others liked the rain but never let her touch them and simply loiter under a roof.  

        And then again, they were those who hated the rain and whenever it rained, it was their worst day they would curse the rain again and again, they didn't wanted her at all. But oddly enough, they could feel the rain, they knew every time it rained ,how the sky, the clouds and the rain itself felt.. If she was happy, sad, if she rained upon the people to meet their needs.
                       
             They hated her but yet they knew her  ... But did they perhaps loved her; secretly; Nobody ever found out...

Μια Βροχερή Τρίτη

 

Ήτανε μια βροχερή τρίτη πρωί, αλλά και βράδυ μαζί, γιατί ο ουρανός ήταν γκριζος ακριβώς όπως η ισσοροπία μεταξύ του άσπρου και του μάυρου. Ο ουρανός φαινόταν ήρεμος, μάλλον ήταν χαρούμενος, οι αστραπές πέφταν η μια μετά την άλλη και όσο γινόταν αυτό, ο ρυθμός της βροχής γινοταν πιο έντονος. Σαν να έπαιζε μουσική κάπου ψηλά, σαν να γινότανε ένα πάρτυ και η βροχή ήταν ο χορός..

 Τα δέντρα και τα φυτά προσλάμβαναν την βροχή στα φύλλα τους, επάνω τους, μπορούσαν να μοιραστούν την χαρά της βροχής και του ουρανού του ίδιου. Ακόμα και η θάλασσα ήταν χαρούμενη και χάριζε ακόμα περισσότερο νερό σε όλη την γή.Τα ζώα όσα ζούσαν στη φύση μπορούσαν να αισθανθούν τι γίνοταν γύρω τους, και το καθένα έδειχνε την χαρά του, με το δικό του τρόπο. Όσα ζούσαν στην πόλη δεν πολυκαταλαβαίνανε τι γινόταν, μερικά ήταν φοβισμένα και κρυβόντουσαν όπου έβρισκαν. Οι άνθρωποι όλοι κοιτούσαν από μια γωνιά αυτό το θέαμα αλλά δεν μπορούσαν να καταλάβουν.. Σε μερικούς όλο αυτό ήταν αδιάφορο και άκουγες δύο τρείς κατάρες από δώ κι από κεί, σε άλλους άρεσε η βροχή άλλα ποτέ δεν την άφηναν να τους ακουμπά και απλά την χάζευαν κάτω από μια στέγη.

Ήτανε και αυτοί όμως που την μισούσαν όποτε έβρεχε ήταν η χειρότερη τους μέρα, καταράσσοταν την βροχή ξανά και ξανά, δεν την ήθελαν καθόλου. Μα παραδόξως ήτανε αυτοί που μπορούσαν να νιώσουν την βροχή, ήξεραν κάθε φορά που έβρεχε πως ένιωθε ο ουρανός, τα σύννεφα και η ίδια η βροχή.

Άν ήταν χαρούμενη, λυπημένη, ή άμα έβρεχε απλα για να ικανοποιήσει τις ανάγκες των ανθρώπων.

                         

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