ekswthen ke peripou,
stin Poli pou nistepsa,
to Gramma sou me fernei p'esso sou,
anapodwnta polews ousies:
'I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.'
o Megas Erwtikos, aksestos kai anaudos en meri,
ta krifa sou paramithia, tou iliggou alitheia (iliggos!)
'Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.'
mipws paeis i mipws erxese? - kaneis na figeis - katse katse wspou na figeis.
gerasmeni poli, wspou gernas pellaniskeis.
kalos to kalojari. akoma en exrisimopiisa kamila, oute ll(lllll?)ama, (mmm alpaca!), alla eftasa ws tin poli me liges diskolies. distixos en tha kamw bloom fetos, tou xronou pou enna eimai pio monterna enna'shei parapanw fasi. emblektika me tes metafrasis, me tes aitisis, me tous beatles, me tes skepsis tou athkiaserou, jai perimenw sas mes'sto waiting room tis Bishop.
[ODE TO OED
if i had known the word
"comedogenic"
when i was 15,
i would have used it
all the time]
