Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Falling lovely and amazing


Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing

Nick Cave [As I sat sadly by her side, 2001]





Thursday, December 22, 2011

Το φεγγάρι που γυρίζει

Luc Viatour / www.Lucnix.be

Kάνω να ζωγραφίσω το φεγγάρι που γυρίζει
ζεστό και σκονισμένο από ταξίδι μακρινό
τα μάτια μου θολώνουν, κι ο αέρας π' αρμενίζει
μου λέει τραγούδι ξένο, τραγούδι αλλοπαρμένο...

Σωκράτης Μάλαμας [Τα παιδιά μες στην πλατεία, 1996]

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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης

Moon, Galileo spacecraft / NASA

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης: 100 χρόνια από τη γέννησή του

.. βάδιζα λέει σε παραλία ερημική οπού ή σελήνη αιμορραγούσε και δεν άκουγες παρά του ανέμου τα πατήματα πάνω στα σάπια ξύλα ...

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης [Μαρία Νεφέλη, 1978]

Monday, January 10, 2011

Tin-Tin Birthday

The Adventures of Tintin (Les Aventures de Tintin) is a series of comic strips created by the Belgian artist Georges Rémi (1907–1983), who wrote under the pen name of Hergé. The series first appeared in French in Le Petit Vingtième, a children's supplement to the Belgian newspaper Le XXe Siècle on 10 January 1929.
The series is one of the most popular European comics of the 20th century, with translations published in more than 80 languages and more than 350 million copies of the books sold to date. Its popularity around the world has been attributed to its "universal appeal" and its ability to transcend "time, language and culture".

Thursday, October 14, 2010

to the moon and back

Moon and Earth from Apollo 8 / NASA
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
She's sayin
I would fly to the moon and back if you be...
If you be my baby
I've got a ticket for a world where we, we belong
So would you be my baby?
Daniel Jones and Darren Hayes [To the Moon and back, 1996]



Saturday, June 19, 2010

How many more times?

Moon and stars / © NOAO/AURA/NSF
Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Paul Frederic Bowles  (The Sheltering Sky, 1949)

Monday, April 12, 2010

Να μπαίνω σαν Πανσέληνος

Moonrise over Monument Valley / © I.A. Daglis
Έτσι μιλώ για σένα και για μένα
Επειδή σ’ αγαπώ και στην αγάπη ξέρω
Να μπαίνω σαν Πανσέληνος ...

Οδυσσέας Ελύτης [Το μονόγραμμα, 1969]

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

... nothing you can see that is not a flower ...

Poppies in wheat fields, Macedonia (Greece) / © I.A. Daglis

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;
There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Matsuo Bashō [1644–1694, Japanese poet]

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Moon

Moon rising over Monument Valley, Arizona / © I.A. Daglis

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

Joseph Conrad (Born of Polish parents in Ukraine, one of the greatest novelists and prose stylists in English literature, author of "Heart of Darkness", which inspired the film "Apocalypse now")

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Φεγγάρι

Kαι το φεγγάρι
θα κατεβεί στα πόδια μας λαμπάδα
την ώρα που στερνά θα κοιμηθούμε
στο πράσινο ακρογιάλι της πατρίδας.
Γλυκά θα κοιμηθούμε σαν παιδάκια
που όλη τη μέρα εκλάψαν και αποστάσαν.
Κώστας Καρυωτάκης [Ύπνος, 1921]

Friday, May 8, 2009

Lune

Ah! l’ enfance, l’ herbe, la pluie, le lac sur les pierres, le clair de lune quand le clocher sonnait douze …
Arthur Rimbaud [Une saison en enfer, 1873]