Lines Of Absurdity 1. Poem by George Tzouvaras

In the night hour of silence. There which the bars of the night caging our thoughts, our dreams and our hopes perish, mellows their colours and become steamy figures which they dont hurt and bother anyone.

We some times lose our subject with success. Some other times we are just lost.

Rain has stopped. In the shiny after rain roads, which in some point become mirrors we stare ourselves.

There is not any relaxing. Some rest we seek.

Around me the vague speaking about everything annoys me in the worst way it can.
The style, which is certain and so sure disgust me so much my friend.

I have learned one thing my friend until now very well. What has already passed and die dont try to resurrect it again. If after so many tries you manage even to shake it a little, then you will see it in front of your eyes to die in such an ugly way....

Trust me this will do to you so much more harm than to feel nostalgic for it.

Nostalgia is a word which hides inside a far clear blue sky, some lost eyes in infinity, some nicotine, some alcohol, a misty brain, maybe some small bleed of your soul....
A cracked smile once in a while.... Nothing else.

We pay visits by crows. How many times havent we heard the phrase 'nevermore'?
In the repayment of time notes of this life we lose ourselves my friend. We seek to find the money for the next instalment.
As time passes by, the interest rises. In a few time by now is more than certain that will get over the dept.

- Dont speak like this anymore. My inner voice command me so......i smile

Pessimism my friend is the concealed aspect of optimism. Meanings reach to their absolute limits. From now on every more use of them cant be nothing more than a deception.....a deception to life itself.