Anty G. on the net

9.12.12

The café-racer

[ENG] It was a present, actually. Athanasios Papathanasiou's father, a cycling enthusiast, heard about me cycling to Zakynthos on an MTB some two years ago, so decided to offer me this amazing, old-school, Mercier bicycle. We call it a “café-racer”. It may lack the braking abilities of modern cycles, but it’s pretty easy to keep some decent pace on the asphalt. Plus, I already love it. Then I convinced my photographer-buddy, mr. Thanasis Koutsogiannis to take some pictures of me posing… sorry I meant riding the café-racer. And here is the end result…

11/2012

16.10.12

Κι όταν πέφτει το σκοτάδι

Παλεύω με νύχια και με δόντια να μην εκραγώ,

Με νύχια και με δόντια να μην τα παρατήσω.

Μόνος, σ’ ένα κόσμο έρημο, γεννιέμαι

Ζω, ξυπνώ και πάλι κοιμάμαι

Μετά… τα τραγούδια τελειώνουν γρήγορα,

Τα ταξίδια, σύντομα και σε φέρνουν στην αρχή.

Οι άνθρωποι που συναντώ, μόνοι κι αυτοί

Θέλουν να νομίζω ότι γελούν, ότι ονειρεύονται,

Μα ουρλιάζουν, χωρίς κραυγή, κλαίνε βουβά τα βράδια

Ακόμη και οι λίγοι εκείνοι που γνώρισα

Φεύγουν, χωρίς να αντιδρώ, χωρίς να φωνάζω

Συνήθισα καλά να ξεχνώ, να εξοργίζομαι

Έμαθα στο τέλος, να μένω πάλι μόνος.

Κι ο χρόνος, τικ – τακ, χτυπά και συνεχίζει

Αλύπητα το δρόμο του στο άγνωστο.

Η ελπίδα είναι μια ωραία πλάνη

Αυτή η ανάγκη να πιστέψεις σε ένα παραμύθι

Πως κάτι γίνεται… ή κάτι θα γίνει.

Ξέρω ‘γω;

10/2012

(thank you XMK for the inspiration and the quoting)

23.9.12

Our night

Let’s make love tonight, dear

Like lunatics, like lovers, like madmen

Never without feelings

Or maybe not…

Let’s lie on the thick carpet

Starring at the blue and yellow flames

Feeling the heat in our bodies,

The burning in our hearts.

My hand gently caressing your back,

The back of your head

Your cheeks, your nose, your neck

And, when finally reaching that point,

“Please, don’t stop”,

I can hear you whispering.

And I won’t.

2/2012

16.9.12

Transanatolia Rally 2012

[ENG] So, there was Turkey, and the trip following Transanatolia Rally was a proper adventure. The people we met! Antalya to... somewhere that we never really got to know untill, seven days later, we ended up in Alanya. The tragic incident came in Day3. Two riders lost instantly. Then they said that life should go on. The race went on for sure. And we went on foolishly acting like immortals, laughing at life, drinking at the bivouac's restaurant. We even drove high, up at 3.050 meters above sea level on our sweeper's 4x4. It's amazing how the Turks look and act like us Greeks. But there is some much more to say...