Leona Lewis - Better in time

It's been the longest winter without you

I didn't know where to turn to

See somehow I can't forget you

After all that we've been through

Going... coming... thought I heard a knock

Who's there? -no one!

Thinking that I deserve it

Now I realise that I really didn't know

If you didn't notice you mean everything

Quickly I'm learning to love again

All I know is I'm gon' be ok

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

It'll all get better in time

And even though I really love you

I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to

It'll all get better in time

I couldn't turn on the TV

Without something there to remind me

Was it all that easy

To just put aside your feelings

If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh

Hurt my feelings... but that's the path

I believe in And I know that time will heal it

If you didn't notice boy you meant everything

Quickly I'm learning to love again

All I know is I'm gon' be ok

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

It'll all get better in time

And even though I really love you

I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to

It'll all get better in time

Since there's no more you and me

It's time I let you go So I can be free

And live my life how it should be

No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you

Yes I will!!

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

It'll all get better in time

And even though I really love you

I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to

It'll all get better in time

For Sarah...

Goodbye scene from "politiki kouzina" movie

Ithaca - Ιθάκη

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,

pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,the angry Poseidon -

- do not fear them:You will never find such as these on your path,

if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fineemotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,

if you do not carry them within your soul,

if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.

That the summer mornings are many, when,

with such pleasure, with such joyyou will enter ports seen for the first time

;stop at Phoenician markets,and purchase fine merchandise,

mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,and sensual perfumes of all kinds,

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

visit many Egyptian cities,to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your ultimate goal.

But do not hurry the voyage at all.

It is better to let it last for many years;

and to anchor at the island when you are old,rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.

Without her you would have never set out on the road.

She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.

Wise as you have become, with so much experience,

you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

:) QUEEN - FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS

Kahlil Gibran - جبران خليل جبران بن ميخائيل بن سعد

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

Kahlil Gibran

Rhodes - Greece 2008

lights from all over the world!

I do not love you - Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.



I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.



I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving



but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.