tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491365793077397937.post5386297264903925196..comments2023-06-24T15:05:52.828+03:00Comments on Κόκκινο πρωί: Θέμα αίματοςΓιώργος Σαρρήςhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06727515590778306205noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491365793077397937.post-70705795285596074932012-03-27T18:34:42.274+03:002012-03-27T18:34:42.274+03:00Οπως το λές είναι από αυτα που δεν αποδίδονται. Το...Οπως το λές είναι από αυτα που δεν αποδίδονται. Το authority ακούγεται πράγματι πιο ωραία,το axioms είναι πιο κοντά στο νόημα, όπως και το principles. Ουτε εγω ξερω<br />Ξανα ευχαριστώ.Γιώργος Σαρρήςhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06727515590778306205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491365793077397937.post-34498326924168831352012-03-26T23:02:04.600+03:002012-03-26T23:02:04.600+03:00Σημείωση από τη μετάφραση: τα "αξιώματα"...Σημείωση από τη μετάφραση: τα "αξιώματα" ήταν πολύ δύσκολο να τα μεταφράσω, γιατί δεν μπορούσε να μεταφερθεί το λογοπαίγνιο (αξίωμα ως θέση αρχής και αξίωμα ως θέση άποψης) στην αγγλική. Έβαλα το authority αλλά οι κατά λέξη μεταφράσεις είναι axiom, tenet, principle, belief, assumption, office, portfolio...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491365793077397937.post-43371549705162963892012-03-26T23:00:03.234+03:002012-03-26T23:00:03.234+03:00Matter of blood
How does it come and you tell you...Matter of blood <br />How does it come and you tell yourself such lies? <br />Put on the truth just on your flesh at last even if it hurts <br />like a knive’s curiosity that slinks from a hand and <br />thrusts<br />spins in a truth’s deep and sniffs out<br />under a ridiculous surface, on a aged skin <br />plastered false authorities...<br />How does it come and sea hides <br />So much deep blue, so much water infinity<br />so yours a world <br />twining you all around <br />and you consenting to be wasted away <br /><br /><br />So much white as it breaks over the stone <br />so many messages, how can’t you receive them, hear them? <br />To your panic tell to hush a bit <br />to shut up calm down and you listen:<br />The sea does not hide <br />without you permitting it <br />The window is simply closed <br />and the chinks sealed up <br />And you got addicted to the night <br />and you always get by with false dream little flashes <br />And when from time to time a light turns on <br />you paint the town red and you celebrate it as daybreak <br /><br />It is not of course that simple <br />after such tingling and such spiel <br />to spread arms suddenly and open them <br />But this chain too which you wear on <br />and you think of as branch of your body <br />it is only a habit of ice <br />which melts when spring hits straight onto heads <br />Certainly it is not a matter of time for you to be saved <br />and snap off from this bog <br />It has never been so <br />You know it, a matter of blood that is <br />Don’t try then to dump it on other backs <br />This time you will not be able to escape<br />Then deal with it <br /><br />and deny winter after all <br />Just, deny, after all, winter. <br /><br /><br />. . . .giorgos sarris.. . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com