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  • Important humans… Insignificant stars…

    We were born in silence.

    And we listen to the world ever since.

    We will die in silence.

    And once again, we will listen to the singing of the mermaids. Calling us home. Where we listened to nothing. Waiting to be born. Consumed by potential. (Death dies too) Potential is gone now. We have reached the end. What a better place to look back and see. What we could never see.

    Hush now.

    The stars try to speak.

    Even we die. But not once did we ever have the privilege of being born as thy…


    [Greek]

    Σημαντικοί άνθρωποι… Ασήμαντα αστέρια…

    Γεννηθήκαμε στη σιωπή.

    Και από τότε ακούμε τον κόσμο.

    Θα πεθάνουμε στη σιωπή.

    Και για άλλη μια φορά, θα ακούσουμε το τραγούδι των γοργόνων. Καλώντας μας σπίτι. Εκεί που δεν ακούγαμε τίποτα. Περιμένοντας να γεννηθούμε. Καταναλώμένοι από τη δυνατότητα. (Ακόμα και ο θάνατος πεθαίνει) Η δυνατότητα έχει φύγει τώρα. Φτάσαμε στο τέλος. Τι καλύτερο μέρος για να κοιτάξουμε πίσω και να δούμε. Αυτό που δεν μπορέσαμε ποτέ να δούμε.

    Ήσυχα τώρα.

    Τα αστέρια προσπαθούν να μιλήσουν.

    Ακόμα κι εμείς πεθαίνουμε. Αλλά ούτε μια φορά δεν είχαμε το προνόμιο να γεννηθούμε όπως εσύ…

    April 27, 2025
    Cosmos, death, Living, poetic, stars

  • Shhhh…

    Life.

    Out of things that are dead.

    Logic.

    Based on axioms that just make sense.

    Questions.

    Based on answers that no one can forget.

    Shhhh…

    Keep quiet. We are celebrating.

    A whole cosmos.

    Based on what we said…

    April 26, 2025
    Definitions, Knowledge, poem, Silence

  • Bizarre!

    Am I bizarre?

    Are you not?

    Look in the mirror.

    Sense the storm.

    There is nothing bizarre besides the things that are gone.

    Listen to yourself.

    Listen to the wind at the end.

    Whispering.

    I am the storm!

    I am bizarre!

    (Why are you not scared at all?)

    I will soon be gone…

    April 18, 2025
    death, life

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