There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest

There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.


You are my horizon | You flood my mind | You drain my heart | You squeeze my spirit | You infuse me with hope | You haunt my beliefs | You congest my memories | You steal my free will | You dance and I tremble | You make me forget myself | You make me want to write poems every hour | Poem [2] is just an abstract rendition of a sexual act using some physics and mathematical terms. | This line, that lacks pain killers, is for designing the ardency of my seduction of you | I resent the formation of my name upon your lips without a trace of compassion | I’m maintained by the mercy of indexed prayers and photographs of you. | These are the lines I wanted to crawl over and whisper to you....

Somewhere between cute and precious, I could not stop thinking about you.
Somewhere between precious and adorable, I decided I would walk in fire for you.
Somewhere between adorable and gorgeous, nudity became our enemy.
Somewhere between gorgeous and beautiful, I became static.
Somewhere between beautiful and devastating, I lost you.

"What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve."
Ernest Hemingway

“If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself. If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself, or even less, in proportion to the thoughtlessness of his conduct; and if you have more than one companion you will fall more deeply into the same plight.” 
Leonardo da Vinci

“Behind these things we think of,
All but too deeply,
We both have our fears,
But I have a lighthouse,
These high and mighty white clouds,
Can turn grey all they want,
Because the thought of you,
Would only weigh me down to the ground,
Like that anchor around your neck,
You are the shore I would kiss,
When my heart is a shipwreck”

— Jake Jereza

http://luna.typepad.com/weblog/2011/12/

http://luna.typepad.com/weblog/2011/12

Taylor and Burton - Pisces & Scorpio

Richard Burton was the second great love in the life of Dame Elizabeth Taylor, and had he lived...Elizabeth is convinced that they would have found their way back to each other again. Richard Burton gave up his world for Elizabeth Taylor and loving her was the most important thing that he ever did throughout his entire life. He would have given up all of his riches. He would have given up all of his fame. He would have given up everything to be with her again. His unexpected 1984 death threw Elizabeth into a grieving period for which I am sure that she has never truly recovered from. Romances after Richard Burton simply were not meant to be. Elizabeth Taylor is a very lucky lady having had these two great loves. Her only loves. In his private diaries, Richard Burton would obsess that he would perish if they were not together. And sadly, he did.

The two truly rocked the world with the love affair that broke up two marriages and started when they were filming Cleopatra in Rome. Elizabeth had already created a scandal by "stealing" Eddie Fisher from wife Debbie Reynolds after the tragic death of her husband Mike Todd in an airplane crash. Fisher was Todd's best friend and was happy to console the grieving young widow. He saw history repeat itself as sparks flew on the Cleopatra set. Affairs occurring between actors making films is as old as time itself. It's more remarkable when it doesn't happen. What was different about Elizabeth and Richard was how blatant they were. They went on dates out to restaurants all over Rome, quickly becoming part of La Dolce Vita paparazzi culture.

Read more: http://blogcritics.org/books/article/book-review-furious-love-elizabeth-taylor/#ixzz1il6dOsM8

Original Amerikano - apapapapa - Sophia Loren

FRAUD MICROSOFT TECH SUPPORT

Ok people.....warning about scammers that call the house, this morning I received a phone call , his name was Mike Watson, he SAID HE was technical support for Microsoft and that if I didnt let him log into my computer and fix the problem I would have police come to my door because my computer was causing problems on their server and I will never be able to have internet service again because if I didnt follow his instructions he would shut down my connection. I googled microsoft canada support....but I think i called another scammer named paul who wanted me to go to another site....with logmein123.com and was going to give me a 6 digit code to log into my computer but it was an exe file which I didnt open and when i told him i wont open an exe file he got mad at me.......I was on the phone with one and had the other on my cell phone and I hung up on both of them lolol

BE CAREFUL THEY SOUND VERY AUTHENTIC ALWAYS GO BACK TO MICROSOFT ORIGINAL SITE WHERE YOU WILL NOTICE THEY DO NOT HAVE TECHNICAL SUPPORT CONTACT, YOU HAVE TO SEARCH FOR IT, I posted to this site where i found a record of the same calls with that very same number

http://800notes.com/Phone.aspx/1-226-444-0055

Filakia stin Xanthi

Orthodox priests fighting again

Dalaras and Glykeria - our favorites !!!

Hüsnü Şenlendirici ve Trio Chios - Gel Gel Kayıkçı

To parelthon mou

Kali sou tixi - Areti Ketime/Bitali - HAIG YAZDJIAN

Turkish life

Deep-red pomegranates hung heavily from countless trees along the Mediterranean coast in early October. Two months earlier, women sat by the side of the road in the Aegean town of Ayvalık, selling bags full of freshly clipped squash blossoms, delicate yellow flowers soon to be stuffed with rice and spices and served on local tables.

Traveling around Turkey, it's easy to see what fruits and vegetables are in season. Meat and fish too have their special times of year, with restaurants sticking handwritten signs in their windows to announce the arrival of hamsi(anchovies) or goose. Even in Istanbul, where you can get imported Granny Smith apples or out-of-season strawberries in large supermarkets, produce stands and carts overflow for a few weeks or months with the best of what's growing right now -- juicy cherries in the peak of the summer heat, tart citrus fruit to ward off the late fall chill, hearty brussels sprouts in the dead of winter.

Though what people eat around the world -- including in Turkey -- is becoming increasingly homogenized, food's link to a particular time and place seems stronger here than back in the United States. People many generations removed from rural life will readily tell you with pride that "their" village makes the best cheese, grows the tastiest apples, or is without a doubt the place to get superior pistachios. At the end of summer, the baggage areas of long-distance buses heading to Istanbul from all corners of Anatolia are full of evidence of this devotion -- canvas sacks of nuts and crates of fruit, carted back by visiting city dwellers who won't accept any substitutes for the true tastes of home.
www.turkishlife.com

Anathema ti ora - ΤΖΟΥΑΝΑΚΟΣ 1952

Pligoseme oso thes - Kazantzidis

To a Greek girl - Austin Dobson

WITH breath of thyme and bees that hum,
Across the years you seem to come,
Across the years with nymph-like head,
And wind-blown brows unfilleted;
A girlish shape that slips the bud
In lines of unspoiled symmetry;
A girlish shape that stirs the blood
With pulse of Spring, Autonoë!

Where’er you pass,—where’er you go,
I hear the pebbly rillet flow;
Where’er you go,—where’er you pass,
There comes a gladness on the grass;
You bring blithe airs where’er you tread,
Blithe airs that blow from down and sea;
You wake in me a Pan not dead,
Not wholly dead!—Autonoë!

How sweet with you on some green sod
To wreathe the rustic garden-god;
How sweet beneath the chestnut’s shade
With you to weave a basket-braid;
To watch across the stricken chords
Your rosy-twinkling fingers flee;
To woo you in soft woodland words,
With woodland pipe, Autonoë!

In vain,—in vain! The years divide:
Where Thamis rolls a murky tide,
I sit and fill my painful reams,
And see you only in my dreams;
A vision, like Alcestis, brought
From under-lands of Memory,
A dream of Form in days of Thought,
A dream,—a dream, Autonoë!

http://www.fotocommunity.com/pc/pc/display/20274961

Charis Tsevis- Portrait of Steve Jobs

TVD is the creative shelter of Charis Tsevis, the award winning visual designer living and working in Athens, Greece.
He holds a Diploma of Graphic Design from the Akademie fur das Grafishe Gewerbe, Munchen and a Master in Visual Design from the Scuola Politecnica di Design, Milano. He manages a modest studio by the name of Tsevis Visual Design in Athens serving clients all over the world.

Charis is a part time professor of Editorial Design and Typography at the AKTO College of Art and Design. He has also presented seminars at the Panteion University of Athens and he has given lectures in numerous national and international conferences and symposiums like the International Conference on Typography and Visual Communication, Marketing Week Expo or the Adobe D-Day.

Charis Tsevis has published many articles and papers about design, gestalt psychology, aesthetics, cyberculture and computer history in some of the most respected design and computer magazines in Greece.
He has also written 2 books about Digital imaging in Adobe Photoshop.
http://www.tsevis.com/
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/05/steve-jobs-tribute_n_997453.html#s392353&title=Steve_Jobs_Remembered

Eisai to pathos mou - Androula Kypria