Nai, se katalavainw apolyta, Spyro. Auta ta poihmata-afierwseis einai pleiopshfeia tis perissoteres fores kai den einai gia na poly-moirazontai...
To poihma auto tou Baudelaire logika 8a htan sta gallika sthn au8entikh tou morfh... Pantws einai pragmatika ekplhktiko. Ta Diafana Krina pou to exoun diaskeuasei; Sto trito tous album exei tous stixous metafrasmenous sto vivliaraki, alla den yparxei san mousiko kommati...
H plaka einai oti exw hxografhsei ki egw ena paranoiko minimalistiko kommataki me ta plhkra mou ston ypologisth mia fora pou ta eixa psilo-xontro-piei, apaggelontas to pezo poihmataki auto. Mono pou egw to vrhka se elafrws diaforopoihmenh morfh, profanws logw metafrashs:
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One shouls always be drunk. That's all that matters
That's out one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
As you choose
But get drunk
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkeness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds and the clock,
they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!"
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Kai s' auth thn morfh to exw aposth8isei kiolas... dystyxws den katexw thn gallikh.
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