Blood Most people don’t understand whether the sun rises from behind the mountain or is shot out of the pistol’s barrel it always burns you. For this so many of our dreams remained unrealized inexplicably happiness was laid in the display window of the department store and loneliness was again eulogized in churches, while as the years went by him, the one with the severed arm, kept on other people’s discolored walls, truth always decorates the cement, one word written with fiery red letters: blood, blood, blood.
Mixing complacency with self-confidence hysteria with passion he won nothing in his involvement with people. Only a repetition of methods and ultimately worn out words that simply fooled him to believe that he existed beyond the motionless appearance of his shapes.
…and ailing mother before she’d let her last breath go up in the air of a stifling hospital room, in old wrinkled bed-sheets, white and pure as the fire of Purgatory, cleansing, purifying, absolving all sins, and others had to go to the front line of defence in one border, there where the souls try to find a single justification for the lunacy that harasses people when they firstly grab the rifle and shoot and then they think that perhaps they should talk to those infidels on the other side of the border, yet these were the moronic ways people did things these days and these were all within the parameters and conditions of life in a big country like Spain and in a big city like Madrid while this afternoon I and my wife were sitting on the sidewalk table of this small cafe where we had a bite and enjoyed our regular glass of beer for me and a regular glass of red wine for my wife when I raised my eyes and stared at the grandiose Atocha which brought to my mind that blonde woman yesterday, on our way from Valencia, the pretty blonde woman sitting opposite me and my wife, that pretty blonde who constantly had her feet between mine and occasionally moved one of them against mine, as if to tell me she was here and somehow she had to count as an important part of my day to which I paid attention as the opportunity allowed me and as if not to disturb the peaceful afternoon while we were travelling at the speed of 310 kilometers an hour on the famous high velocity AVLO train of the big RENFE Spanish train company. Then the unexpected occurred when the ancient Minoan goddess appeared, Ariadne incarnate, with her black curly hair falling lower than her shoulders, with her dark skin complexion, the olive oil skin complexion, with her black eyes and full lips which suddenly gave me goosebumps, she appeared from the right of my wife and walking in the most sensual way she made her way to the table just three meters in front of me and on my line of vision towards the Atocha Train Station; this woman of average height, well lined body, obviously a body that had experienced all the possible erotic pleasures from the soft and delivering to the rough and wild apexes, from the slow and long moments enduring consummations to the fast and fiery encounters which leave nothing but exquisite delight to every inch of a woman’s…
Close your Eyes: All Your Old Life Will Parade in front of you For Memas Messinis When I was passing, unsuspectedly on a gondola, someone called me. “Hey Hellene, hey Hellene…” He was standing behind the iron Gate of the grassy courtyard of Saint George of the Hellenes, next to the canal. “Hello to you too,” I said, “what brings you here?” “I’m dead,” he says. “Well,” I said, “blessed man, you a Hellene why did you die here? Why didn’t you go to die there, in our soft, homeland soil?” “I would love it” he answered. Besides, one night, Natalia from the Laggon, told me so, you remember her, the girl with the golden breasts. She took me aside and said: “take me away from here, I can’t live with the bastards, You, see, her mother was from Smyrna. However, the other one, the blonde and beautiful harlot kept me here, the one who worked at the pigsty of Fretseria. She would passionately sing up to the evening, the song “Even if you are far away” that sweetened my lips and broke my heart.
Manolis Aligizakis 