26.1.15

Blueberry Wine.

 (Μπλούμπερι κρασί) 100 x 80 cm, oil on canvas.


Detail #1. The heavily armed thug pound is after me on the isle streets.
They look for me at the gates of the purple temple by the sea but
 I find shelter under a white window pane, 
laying on the ground, 
trembling with fear, 
praying intensely to God not to be found.


Detail#2.  I meet the last of the dark hooded crew, 
who reveals to me his double headed nature and kind, friendly spirit. 
After him, the sun comes up and Lion Man* marches on.

Detail #3. Then, on the isle tavern,
 I'm offered blueberry concentrate mixed with white wine.
Oh, how almost black turns to bright baby blue.


*Lion Man=Aristomenes=Righteous Anger

12.1.15

My bird's in love with your bird.

 Oh, your love's a bird
free to fly, free to swerve,
ain't no ball-o-chain there
for you, damn, boy!

 Free to come and go,
as you wish, as you flow,
ain't got no chain, chain, chain...

 Say, my Daddy told me
to take my love straight up,
only part's the looser
in this cunning game called life,
 
 so, my love's a bird,
free to crash, free to burn
n' my bird's in love with your bird...

 Oh, my dove can fly,
up the walls, in the sky,
and look for you any old time, boy,
n' if your birdy wanna
lift the light out of the coma,
I say your birdy's right on time, now!

 See lovers come n' go,
only lovebirds make the turn,
n' a dead end never
was the place to learn,

so, my love's a bird,
free to crash, free to burn
n' my bird's in love with your bird, boy,
my bird's in love with your bird, boy,
my bird's in love with your bird...