Κυριακή, 26 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses

Περιμένω φίλους να πιούμε παρέα, όμορφα, ήρεμα και κυρίως πολύ.
Οι άνθρωποι που αγαπώ λίγο μεταβλήθηκαν με τα χρόνια. Αναρωτιέμαι τι ήταν όλοι οι υπόλοιποι. Έτσι, σαν σύνολο, σαν "υπόλοιποι", μου λείπουν επετειακά.
Κι αυτοί που δε μου λείπουν, με πονάνε από μακριά.

Nina Simone.


My skin is black, my arms are long
My hair is woolly, my back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain, inflicted again and again
What do they call me? My name is aunt Sarah
My name is aunt Sarah, aunt Sarah


My skin is yellow, my hair is long
Between two worlds I do belong
But my father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
And what do they call me?
My name is Saffronia, my name is Saffronia


My skin is tan, my hair fine
My hips invite you, my mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I? Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me? My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing


My skin is brown, my manner is tough
I'll kill the first mother I see, my life has been rough
I'm awfully bitter these days, because my parents were slaves
What do they call me? My name is Peaches.


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