Gothic Diaries

Losing you was one of my greatest fears but i never knew that i had

to face it so soon,I remembered the day you were born i held you in my

arms an you held onto my thumb finger with your soft tiny hands.

The way you smiled an giggle when we used to play together are memories ill

I was listening to Pink Floyd then the Berlin Wall was torn down and so did our dreams too.I remember the times that we needed a passport to travel through the European countries.Our roles were so defined without a single doubt.Everybody crossing the borderline was a tourist.Their issues left behind to their own countries.
Life was so easier.People were so much easier.Everything had a simple definition under a certain flag and with a certain culture.No blames for the culture each one carried along with their back bags,it was a heritage they didn;t wish to get rid of ,everybody was leaving eventually and everything was back to normal.
Anybody was able to visit any European country with no tags on their t-shirts.Totally free of their domestic burden anybody could show their passport to the customs and enjoy a couple of days in another country.. maybe get to know the locals.. exchange a couple of broken words in the local language.. sight seeing
Pre- EU Europe was glorious.Easy going and lovely.Most of all,the balancing factor of global peace.The intermediate stop to the railway of nuclear threat .Ronald Reagan and Boris Yeltsin.Figures not to be forgotten comparing to the present ones.
Proud countries,proud citizens and nothing to separate.

Sunny Spain,Las Valearidas,Barcelona and Madrid,flourishing,indepedent secure.The Prado and El Greco´s Toledo.The Alhambra castle for everyone to visit.Flamenco grief,Joaquin Cortez and mediterranean sun.Joaquin Cortez
U2,The Cranberries,Massive Attack,Seal huge head phones in the 90′s listening to the ancient huge red Walkmans.1984 the first Sony ones I happened to stumble upon in Florence..Italy..Den Harrow,Memories of Mad Desire and Italo disco.
I remember crossing former Yugoslavia on a tourist bus with no air conditioning,no lemons to carry with no sugar or coffee.. monopoly.. a stop outside Beograd,God just to visit the ladies’ room costed 20 drachmas!Making a stop in a village outside Ljubljana past midnight,a tiny village with hay roofs Jesus that was before 1990,bumps of the heads on the bus roof thanks to the country road .. it was around 1985.Italy exchange: from the Greek Drachma to the Italian Liretta ( spell check: double T or not)..Looking desperately for an exchange kiosk.Buying useless stuff at the mercado or at the Arno Bridge stores..Losing our way in the twisting narrow streets trying to find the meeting point with no GPS.
I remember the famous Autostrada in Trieste,wow I’d never seen such a straight wide highway.
Don’t forget I was born in a small town in the north of Argentina.
The malls in Trieste selling the Toblerone white chocolates.. Ain’t Nobody,Chaka Khan
The Venice depression,the Lido di Jesolo sunlight and the Cathedral of Florence,San Marino looking downwards to the valley,Rimini,the hotel was next to the railway station..
Then back to Greece.Same road same bumps of the heads.. but with precious acquirement: Bananas! Tons of Bananas!
Greece’s Monopoly!
Take the tour to the past..
Doesn’t it sound so so funny now that we all live in Europe of Hatred?
I really miss those years.I miss THAT Europe.

I woke up from another nightmare,

Shaking with a sheen of ice cold sweat across my forehead...

I sat up, wondering if it had been real... 

Wondering if someone had actually died...

Wondering if life was worth all the pain its giving me...

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TO THE PROSECUTOR OF THE INTERNATIONAL CRIMINAL COURT (ICC)

INFORMATION AND EVIDENCE PERTINENT TO SERIOUS BREACH OF THE ROME STATUTE OF THE INTERNATIONAL CRIMINAL COURT (ICC) BY POLITICAL AND STATE LEADERSHIP OF GREECE

Dear Sir/ Madam

I inform you, that this time, as we speak, serious crimes are committed in Greece and only you can stop them, as they concern crimes against humanity and attempted genocide of an entire race, and there is no judicial authority in Greece able to investigate them . I am speaking about Genocide by killing members of the population, by causing serious bodily or/and mental harm, by deliberately inflicting on the conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole (or in part), by imposing measures intended to prevent births and by forcibly transferring children. And I am speaking about crimes against humanity because during the last 2 years :

- there were a lot of inhumane acts against the population, causing great suffering, serious injury to body and to mental and physical health

Your hand in mine completes me

your lips on mine so sweetly

forever yours my heart beats

together i humbly entreet

for we have seen the sun rise

Je frémis, je me retrouve à genou sous la pluie
La peur me vient alors, me portant à la gorge
Je vois le monde s'affaiblir, qui vie ici n'essaye pas
D'améliorer ce taudis,
Nous ne sommes que l'oublie d'une histoire sans histoire
L'espoir de remplacer les cris de ces âmes perdues
N'est finalement que mal vécu

Ne sommes nous que des pions
Qui en une fraction de seconde
Sous la pression veut crier sa douleur
Mais a bien trop peur de se dévoiler

Parfois j'ai envie de tout arrêter, inondée de chagrin
La peine me vient encore,
Je vois le monde se démolir, qui vie ici n'essaye pas
D'améliorer ce taudis,
Nous ne sommes que l'oublie d'une histoire sans histoire
L'espoir de remplacer les cris de ces âmes perdues
N'est finalement que mal vécu

Ne sommes nous que des pions
Qui en une fraction de seconde
Sous la pression veut crier sa douleur
Mais a bien trop peur de se dévoiler

Ne sommes nous que des pions
Qui en une fraction de seconde
Sous la pression veut crier sa douleur
Mais a bien trop peur de se dévoiler

Je frémis, je me retrouve à genou sous la pluie
La peur me vient alors, me portant à la gorge
Je vois le monde s'affaiblir.

Ne sommes nous que des pions
Qui en une fraction de seconde
Sous la pression veut crier sa douleur
Mais a bien trop peur de se dévoiler

Ne sommes nous que des pions
Qui sous la pression veut crier sa douleur

Tu sais que le soleil est à porté de ta main

Et que demain tu deviendras sa perfection,

Une action, un pas en avant, une affection,

Qui met des couleurs à ta vie,

dont mess with me unless u know what ur getting ur self in to!

say something wrong i dare u!

say something to make me cry ill crush every bone in ur body!

hurt my friends an the ones i love ill make ur life liveing hell!

push me in a room with solid rock walls an a solid wooden door with no windows an tell me i cant get out ill prove u wrong! i carry a doudble bladded axe BITCH!

When i was a baby you tried to throw me away you did

everything to get rid of me from the begining

if you didnt want me from the start then why did you

put the thought in your mind