#καταιγίδα

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Night Thunderstorm ⚡ in Amfissa Fokis, Greece - Bad Weather "Elias"

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Λευκή Καταιγίδα- Παύλος Παυλίδης

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▣ ━ 10 Visceral Greek Words ━ ▣

Please note that the full and/or root words mentioned here, like most Greek words, are still in use since antiquity. As a Greek speaker, I love sharing my interesting language with people like you!

1. σπαράζω (sparázo, v)

To tear apart with nails and teeth, to tear to pieces, to rend, to lacerate. Metaphorically: to grieve deeply, to convulse, to break (to be crushed, or overwhelmed with sorrow or grief)

2. ανατριχιαστικός (anatrihiastikós, adj)

Hair-rising. Metaph: Creepy, spine-chilling. Implies hair standing up due to fear or thrill. (only used metaphorically)

From ἀνά (up) + τρίχα (hair)

3. αποστήθιση (apostíthisi, n)

Taking something from the chest. Metaph. Memorization by heart. Committing something "from the chest," symbolizing internalization. (only used metaphorically)

From από (from) + στήθος (chest)

4. μαίνομαι (ménome, v, intransitive/self-contained form)

To be mad, angry, to rage, raving, out of one's mind. Comes from μάω (to have intense desire)

μνάω- μαν- roots are connected to actions of the mind (learning, μανθάνω, remember – μνέω, μνημονεύω, foresight, guessing – μαντεύω, mania/losing control - μανία). You probably know Dionysus’ maenads (μαινάδες). Their name loosely translates to “they who are overwhelmed by intense desire”. Even μούσα (muse) is speculated to come from this linguistic root.

Greek phrase example: Η καταιγίδα μαίνεται = The storm is raging

5. αδηφάγος (adifágos, adj, - “d” as “th” in “the”)

Voracious

From ἅδην (a lot, quite, to the point of satiation) + φαγεῖν (eating)

6. ξεκαρδιστικός (ksekardistikos, adj, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Heartwrencher. Metaphorically: Hilarious (only used metaphorically) It comes from the sensation of laughing so hard it feels like your heart is coming out.

From ξε- (prefix meaning "out") + καρδία (heart).

7. αχώνευτος (ahóneftos, adj)

Indigestible. Metaphorically: Unacceptable or unbearable (mainly used metaphorically). Refers to difficulty in mentally or emotionally processing something.

From α- (not) + χωνεύω (to digest, assimilate)

8. κοψοχολιάζω (kopsoholjázo, v)

I sever someone’s bile. Often used metaphorically to represent intense fear or emotional distress, and fright that causes a visceral reaction.

From κόβω (to cut, to sever) + χολή (bile)

9. μελαγχολία (melanholía, n)

(Condition of) Black bile. In ancient medical theory, it described a condition caused by an excess of black bile, thought to result in a gloomy or depressive mood. Today is used to describe a contemplative or poetic state of emotional reflection tinged with sadness.

From μέλας (black, dark) + χολή (bile, gall)

10. καθηλωτικός (kathilotikós, adj)

Nailing down, pinning. Metaph.: Gripping, captivating. Also used in the context of nailing Christ to the cross (καθήλωσις).

From κατά- (against) + ἧλος (nail)

▣ ━ My masterpost with similar posts on Greek Language ━ ▣

[loulouditouheimona]

Ο οργασμός απαιτεί πάθος. Το πάθος απαιτεί καρδιά. Πιστεύουν στην τεχνική. Στην μαθηματική εξίσωση. Ξεχνούν την καταιγίδα, Ξεχνούν το κύμα. Δεν έχουν καρδιά. Δεν έχουν παιδεία, δεν έχουν ευφυΐα. Δεν πληρώνουν γιατί θεωρούν τον εαυτό τους έξ��πνο. Πληγώνουν για να μην πληγωθούν. Δεν μπορούν να δεχτούν ένα κτύπημα. Δεν μπορούν να δεχτούν την απόρριψη. Οπότε συνεχώς απορρίπτουν. Είναι μια κοινωνία ηλιθίων, εξαρτημένων, μια κοινωνία ποτισμένη με το σύμπλεγμα Άντλερ. Ότι θαυμάζουν το σκοτώνουν.

[nero-sth-varka]

Μια καταιγίδα θέλω να 'ρθει να μας πνίξει

Σ' ένα τραγούδι που δεν έγραψε κανείς

Ο,τι δεν γίναμε ποτέ να μην το δείξει

Να 'ναι γιορτή, την αγκαλιά της να ανοίξει

Στην ανημπόρια της χαμένης μας ζωής

Γιατί δεν ερχεσαι;

Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι ποτέ;

[abbofff]

Meeting a pretty girl

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  I don't know at what point in the trip I fell asleep, but I was awakened by a loud war cry. Before I could recognize my surroundings, the van was hit on the passenger side, and we were spun around for several meters.

  When the van stopped spinning, I took off my seat belt and got out as best as I could.

  When I got to my feet, I realized I was in a forest at night and that 3 guys about 10 feet tall holding sledgehammers were in front of me.

  They wore rags and on their necks were necklaces with shark teeth.

  Now im sure im not hallucinating. The hot liquid running down my forehead was a sign of that.

  I felt an electrifying adrenaline rush through my entire body. My instinct told me to grab the hair clip that was clipped to the belt loop of my jeans.

  When I unclipted it and it was on my hand, it turned into a fucking sword.  

  It was a beautiful sword, the hilt matched the emerald green of the hair clip, “καταιγίδα” was engraved on its guard (and for some reason I knew it meant “tempest”), its edge seemed to be made of gold and on its fuller was a electrifying blue line. My hand fit perfectly on the handle of it.

  When I looked back at the monsters, they were already walking slowly towards me, fiddling with their weapons. I could feel their cold gaze of one eye analyzing mine.

    - Aaah, so that's why the smell was so strong, huh? Looks like uncle was right, guys.  - Said the tallest guy. 

  The other two let out cold laughter. 

  They started walking towards me with sick smiles on their faces. I have no fucking idea what's going on, but I wasn't going to let these three idiots beat me up.

  The storm was still raging and the rain was falling as I ran towards them with sword in hand. 

  The biggest one tried to hit me on my right with his sledgehammer, but I rolled to that side just before he could hit me. It took a second for the guy to the left of him to realize that I was now addressing him. Before he could do anything I sliced him in the knee with my sword, making him kneel in pain and I cut off his head. 

  The biggest one growled and tried to smash me with his weapon again while the other guy got behind me. There was no escape. So I grabbed the sword with all my strength and prepared to receive the blow with it.  

  The ground lit up blue when our weapons struck. His was left in pieces and mine was now glowing from the electricity that ran through it but it only lasted a second.

  His hand was cut off and now he was on the floor. The cyclops hunched over as he looked at his hand, and I saw a fleeting look of fear in his eye before it was replaced by fury.

  Before he could punch me, I moved quickly and stabbed him in the heart. He fell lifeless to the ground and now I was only missing one.

  I turned to look at him and he was already running towards me. I threw the tip of the sword with all my strength quickly and it landed on his eye.

  The last one of them kneel dead and fell on his stomach.

  I staggered to him and pulled my sword out of his head and cleaned its edge with the inner part of my elbow. As i was pulling out the sword out of my elbow, its edge dissappeared and on my hand now rested the little hair clip.

  Now all the adrenaline was running out and I felt the hot liquid pouring down from my forehead to my chin.

  Everything became blurry and my body felt very heavy. 

  I fell on my stomach and the last thing I saw was a pair of shoes heading towards me.

I woke up in what looked like an infirmary. I saw a nightstand with my hair clip on top and my backpack right below it on the floor.

  Then, I sat on the soft stretcher and noticed that there was a tanned blonde boy humming with his back turned. 

  - Percy? - I asked.

  The boy turned around surprised. He wore a orange t-shirt that said "Camp Half-Blood" around a picture of a pegasus. He looked a few years younger than me.

  - Who? No. I am Will Solace, son of Apollo and your doctor. What's your name? - He said with a kind smile.

  - Son of… who? -

  This must be a camp for really special kids.

  - Nobody gave you the talk yet, huh? Don't worry, it all will make sense by the end of the day. - He said with a smirk

  - What's your name? - He repeated.

  - I'm Ada Williams. Where are we? -

  - Long Island. This place is Camp Half-Blood, Argus brought you passed out in his arms last night. So, how are you feeling? I healed your cut and luckily it won't scar. -

  So the name of the mysterious driver was Argus. It sounded familiar, like if I had heard it a hundred times already.

  I touched my forehead where the wound was, and he was right, there was no sing of it. They must have a very good kit of creams and gauze.

  - I feel perfect. Thank you. - I thanked with a smile. 

  I turned my back on him to stand up and check if I hadn't lost anything from my backpack in the crash. I didn't have that many things to allow myself to lose.

  I grabbed my hair clip and put it in my pocket. Then, I opened my backpack and the first thing I found were the three necklaces of the monsters. I grabbed them and took them out of my backpack to look at them in detail. The teeth on them looked real.

  I turned around and the boy had his eyes open wide and his mouth slightly parted.

  - Oh sorry, do you need to discharge me first? - I asked.

  I feel fine but I don't know how things were around here.

  - N-no. Those are cyclops necklaces. You killed three of them? - He asked slowly, like he needed to convince himself.

  - Cyclops? Wait, you see this kind of thing too?- I asked.

  I knew that what had happened couldn't just be my imagination but I couldn't believe he wasn't treating me like if I was crazy.

 

  He was going to say something but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Will sighed and opened the door.

  It was a dark skinned girl that was around my age. Her gray eyes held an attentive look and she had her dark hair in neat box braids.

When her eyes met mine, she stiffened up and looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.

  Will whispered something in her ear and she widened her eyes as she fixed her posture upright. She coughed softly and walked towards me with a determined step.

  She raised her right hand for me to shake, which I did after putting the necklaces in my backpack again.

  - Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Nice to meet you. - She introduced herself.

  I looked at Will over her shoulder. He gave me a "play along" look with a nod.

  I don't know what was up with the kids here presenting themselves as children of outdated gods. Maybe it was like one of those strange role play places.

  - Hi, Annabeth. My name is Ada Williams. Nice to meet you too. - I smiled.

  She nodded and let go of my hand.

  - Come on, I'll show you around camp and get you to your cabin. - Annabeth said.

  - Really? Thank you so much, I would really like that. - I said with a smile and she smirked at me.

  As we walked to the door, I looked at Will and smiled to him too.

  - Thank you for taking care of me, Will. I hope that I can return the favor some day. -

  - Don't worry, that's what I'm here for. Take care, Ada. - He said with a soft smile.

  I nodded and walked out of the big house alongside Annabeth.

-Ok, first things first. This is a place for half-bloods, children of humans and Greek gods. It's very hard to believe, I know. But Will told me that you already faced cyclopes, and I imagine that you must have had strange experiences before that, right? -

-You're not that far off. But come on, gods? You seem smarter than that. -

  I tried not to sound like a jerk but there had to be a more logical explanation that we lived in fucking ancient Greece

-Yup, Gods. And whether you like it or not, you are the kid of one of them. You wouldn't have been able to cross the barrier if you weren't. Don't worry, it does have its perks. Let me show you around. - She giggled.

  Annabeth showed me the strawberry fields that worked as a cover up to get money for the camp, the forge where the Hephestus kids worked, the armory, the pegasus stables (i tried to keep my cool but they were just so cool omg) and then she told me that we were going to go to the Hermes cabin so that I could leave my things and be more comfortable while seeing the other half of the camp.

-So Hermes is my dad? I'm the damn mailman's daughter? - I asked her with a very confused look. 

  Was that mom's type? Jesus. Ok well not exactly Jesus, but like, the guy was in fact son of the supreme god but still… you know what I mean.

  Annabeth let out a tremendous laugh.

-We don't know yet. Your father has to claim you for you to stay in his specific cabin, but until then, and because Hermes is the god of travelers, you are staying at his place. -

-Claim me? And when will that happen? -

  She bit her lip and her smile curled down.

-It depends on what you show about yourself and your dad's mood. Don't think much about it. This place it's pretty cool and you'll make a nice life here. It's not really important. - She said with a kind smile but she still has a glint of pity in her eyes.

-What? He was the one that decided that I had to come here and now there is a big chance he won't even recognize me? -

  I stopped on my track, and Annabeth did too. I hadn't even met my father but I had already decided that I didn't like him. He was an asshole.

  The clouds began to gather and turn black as the wind began to blow.

  Annabeth looked around and frowned thoughtfully.

-Well, if he told you to come here then he might claim you soon. You just have to wait. - she said soft and kindly

  She linked her arm with mine and gently pulled me forward.

-Come on, let's get you settled. - She proposed with a little smirk.

  I nodded and we continued on our way.

 

  As we walked towards our destination and made small talk, I saw the most beautiful, breathtaking girl I had ever seen.

  Funny how the sky suddenly cleared out.

  She was sitting on one of the stands in the arena while talking to other children. The girl seemed a little taller but she was way more muscular than me.

  She must be the same age that Annabeth and I, but her dark skin was filled with scars of different sizes all over. Her pretty dark brown eyes and thick lips were framed by beautiful noodle-like curls.

  She must be from Aphrodite's cabin, I thought.

  Suddenly, her eyes focused on me and all the wind came out of my lungs. I lowered my head and prayed my blush didn't show.

  After a few seconds, I accidentally bumped someone with my shoulder. Before I could say sorry, that person grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. It was the pretty girl. And she was close to my face.

  She is 5 cm taller than me at best, so I have to look up a little. Seeing her this close gave me a better look of her face. God, she is so gorgeous.

  She had faint scars all over her face. Mainly little cuts on her cheeks and chin.

  I unconsciously took a fleeting glance at her slightly chapped lips before looking back at her beautiful siren eyes.

  I swallowed my almost non-existent saliva. Now I can't breath and my legs feel like jelly.

  I imagine I'm a little flushed and looking with wide eyes.

  - Hey, knock it off, Clarisse. It's her first day, come on. - Annabeth scolded as she walked closer and pulled me away from the girl by my shoulder.

  Clarisse. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

  She let out her grip as she pushed me back roughly.

  Clarisse looked at me as if she was looking at a prey. She had a mocking smile. I recognized that expression. It was the carbon copy of every bully I ever faced.

  - Every new kid shows up here and they think they are special. Do you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes. - She threatened.

  Then she pretended she was going to hit me. But I didn't flinch. Instead, I smiled at her. Then I looked at my feet, covering my mouth with one hand.

  She noticed and pushed me causing me to fall on my butt and making me burst out laughing.

  Now I felt many eyes on us. Also, two minions stood behind her watching carefully.

  - Oh I can't believe it. You're so beautiful it's like if a gymrat Regina George bought a beginner bully phrase book. - I said between laughs still on the ground.

  Clarisse was dumbfounded. She snapped out of her little trance a few seconds later while I was still laughing. She grabbed me by the collar of my shirt again and stood me on my feet like it was nothing. Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded.

  My laughter stopped because there was no air in my lungs now and I could feel the blush returning to my cheeks but I couldn't give in now.

  - Are you going to hit me in the face? Oh, it's going to be amazing. - I teased. 

  - You're dead, tough girl.- she said with a serious look

  - As you wish, pretty girl.- I responded smiling at her.

  Her furious gaze faltered for a moment but quickly recomposed herself. The sun illuminating her face showed the faint blush on her cheeks.

  She let go of me abruptly and I collided with Annabeth's front.

  She scoffed and walked off alongside her minions. 

    - You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Clarisse won't let you alone now. - Annabeth warned while shaking her head. 

  - I’ve lived through worse. - I responded as I removed the dirt from my clothes.

  - Come on, let's keep going before she comes back with her spear. - she giggled.

[writiiingforyou]

Εγώ και εκείνη

Ανάμεσα μας τόσες αντιθέσεις και τόσο ίδια πράγματα.

Ποσό ξετρελαίνομαι να σκέφτομαι στιγμές μαζί της.

Στιγμές που ξημέρωνε και μας έβρισκε το πρωινο αγκαλιά να κάνουμε έρωτα κάτω από τα παπλώματα κάποιου χειμώνα.

Αυτου του πρώτου μας χειμώνα -μαζί-

Στιγμές που ξημέρωνε και βλέπαμε αγκαλιά την Ανατολή

Μαρεσαν τα μηνύματα της.

Ήξερα ότι -με σκέφτεται-

Αλλά κι οι τσακωμοί μας, μας έριχναν απότομα

-Απότομη προσγείωση-

Ίσως έτσι να χαρακτήριζα τη σχέση μας αν με ρώταγε κανείς.

Και εγώ ένας χωρίς εκπαίδευση πιλότος

Να οδηγώ σε καταιγίδα και σε λιακάδα

-Ταυτόχρονα-

Η πτήση μας ποτέ δεν ήταν ήρεμ��.

Ούτε προβλέψιμη.

Πάντα περίμενα να δω τον ήλιο στα μάτια της

Αλλά πάντα την έχανα στη συννεφιά του μυαλού της.

Ήταν εκείνη.

Ήμουν εγώ.

Δυο απρόβλεπτοι μέσα σε ένα χαλασμένο τοπίο.

Μα δεν υπήρχε μέρα που να μην υπήρχε στο μυαλό μου.

Δεν υπήρχε μέρα που δε θα ταξίδευα μαζί της

Βροχερή ή και σε θύελλα

Σε ένα τελευταίο δρομολόγιο.

Ένα ακόμα τελευταίο.

Πάντα θέλω ακόμα μια βόλτα μαζί της.

Και ας ειναι η τελευταία.

-μα όχι αυτή-

Ας ειναι η επόμενη.

Και η επόμενη.

-Μεινε άλλο λίγο-

Της ελεγα.

Θα είχα τρακάρει εκατό φορές!

Δε μπορώ να πάρω τα μάτια μου από πάνω της.

Θεέ μου..

Δεν υπάρχει τίποτα ομορφοτερο που να πονάει τόσο

Σβήνονται ολα δίπλα της.

Υπάρχει σκοτάδι μα πάντα φωτίζει η ψυχή της το δρομο μου

Δε ξέρω που με πάει αλλά θα ακολουθούσα εκείνη ξανά και ξανά.

Μισό λεπτο..

Έχω την καρδιά της και τη δίκη μου.

Τις ακούω.

Πάνε μαζί;

Μακάρι να συγχρονίζονται μαζί, εύχομαι

Ηρεμία..

Και μετα

Καταστροφή.

Μα ήταν όμορφα, την είδα ήταν ευτυχισμένη.

Εκείνη νιώθει δυστυχισμένη.

Και εγώ μια αποτυχία.

Την ήθελα ερωτευμενη

Ήταν;

Είναι;

Εγώ κι εκείνη.

Μια καταστροφή γεμάτη όμορφα λιβάδια που καίγονται, αλλά οι πεταλούδες που πετούν για να σωθούν ειναι πάντα τόσο όμορφες και πολύχρωμες σαν τις αντιθέσεις μας

Φοβάμαι μη τη χάσω

Την εχασα;

Την είχα!

-Μη φύγεις-

-Μεινε εδώ-

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[gentle-author]

Κάποιες φορές μου αρέσει όταν οι άνθρωποι δεν με καταλαβαίνουν. Τότε, οι συνειρμοί του μυαλού μου παύουν για λίγο να με ενοχλούν και γίνονται απλώς περαστικές σκέψεις γεμάτες ερωτηματικά που δεν φλέγονται ώστε να απαντηθούν. Αυτές είναι ίσως και οι μόνες φορές που νιώθω πραγματικά ελεύθερη να υπάρχω. Όταν δεν γίνομαι κατανοητή, ο κόσμος μπερδεύεται λιγότερο στα μάτια μου, οι αισθήσεις ξεδιπλώνονται σαν ένα πανί που φέρει ένα πελώριο ιστιοφόρο, σαν ��υτά τα ιστιοφόρα που αρμενίζουν στις θάλασσες του Ιονίου. Αγαπώ τις ήσυχες ημέρες. Εκείνες που ο κόσμος μέσα μου ησυχάζει και σταματά να βουΐζει, γεμίζοντας με νερό τα αυτιά μου, κλείνοντας τους πόρους του κορμιού μου, σκονίζοντας τα όνειρά μου. Περπατάω, με αυτό το χαριτωμένο βήμα που θυμίζει κοριτσάκι τριών ετών, περιεργαζομαι τον χώρο γύρω μου, κοιτώ τους ανθρώπους που περιέχει, προσπαθώ να ακούσω τους χτύπους της καρδιάς τους αλλά συχνά, αυτό είναι μάταιο. Οι άνθρωποι σήμερα δεν σε αφήνουν να ακούσεις τους χτύπους της καρδιάς τους. Αναρωτιέμαι γιατί. Ίσως να είναι φόβος. Όλοι πλέον φοβούνται το αυτονόητο. Φοβόμαστε να αγαπήσουμε ώστε να μην καταστραφούμε και μάλλον, φοβόμαστε να αγαπηθούμε γιατί ξέρουμε να καταστρέφουμε. Είμαστε άξιοι της μοίρας μας. Μόνοι μας καίμε τον κόσμο γύρω μας και κλείνουμε την καρδιά μας σε αμπάρια για να μην ανασαίνει. Μετά αναρωτιόμαστε σαν ανόητοι γιατί φλεγομαστε. Μα βέβαια, όταν στρέφεις το σπίρτο προς το μέρος σου, είναι δυνατόν να μην σε κάψει; Δεν καταλαβαίνω γιατί καίμε τους εαυτούς μας, όμως μπορώ να το δικαιολογήσω. Δεν αγαπάμε τους εαυτούς μας. Το άρρωστο της υπόθεσης είναι ότι μας αρέσει να μην αγαπάμε τον εαυτό μας και έτσι, παγιδευομαστε σε μια ανεξήγητα παράξενη τροχιά. Δεν μπορούμε να γλιτώσουμε (ή δεν προσπαθούμε καν) και μας φταίνε όλα γύρω μας. Ο χαμογελαστός άνθρωπος με τα πράσινα μάτια που θυμίζουν ένα δάσος που αποπνέει ζωή και εκείνα τα σταχτί μαλλιά που αναπαριστούν τους κόκκους της κανέλλας, τολμά να μας ερωτευτεί. Αρχικά, ερωτεύεται την θάλασσα και έπειτα τα άχυρα. Άραγε, θα ερωτευτεί ποτέ την φουρτούνα και τον κεραυνό; Αν τον κοιτάξω στα μάτια, τα δέντρα θα μαραθούν στην όψη των άγριων κυμάτων ή θα γίνουν έρμαια των χωραφιών που καίγονται μετά την καταιγίδα; Αν με κοιτάξει στα μάτια, τα καΐκια θα πλέουν σε ήρεμα νερά ή θα ακούν μουσική με ακουστικά; Αν δεν έχετε κλείσει ακόμη τις σελίδες αυτού του βασανισμένου βιβλίου, τότε μάλλον προσπαθείτε να καταλάβετε "τι θέλει να πει ο ποιητής". Θα περιμένω μαζί σας, μέχρι να βρω μιαν απάντηση να θρέψω τον εγωισμό μου. Αν την βρείτε νωρίτερα από εμένα, κρατήστε την σφιχτά στην αγκαλιά σας. ��ην την αφήσετε να φύγει. Θα το μετανιώσετε. Εκ πείρας.

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Το μόνο που θα’θελα αν κάποτε σε ξαναδώ

είναι να πω ευχαριστώ για το θαύμα που είδα

και να δώσω για μια τελευταία φορά το ρυθμό

στον τρελό σου χορό στην λευκή καταιγίδα.

[h-xwra-twn-grammatwn]

Άνοιξα το κουτί της Πανδώρας να ξεχυθούν κατάρες Να αδειάσει ο χώρος από αντάρες Μήπως γεμίσει το σεντούκι πολύτιμα δώρα Από αυτά τα μεγάλα άπιαστα όνειρα Το ολοκαύτωμα ξεκίνησε πριν καμιά ώρα Πλέον όλα είναι στο έλεος αυτού του αιώνα Ό,τι καλά καλά άρχισε, τέλειωσε τώρα Ο,τι εύπορο υπήρχε χάθηκε στο χώμα Κοίτα με όμως παλεύω ακόμα Και αν χαθώ για τον αγώνα Το σεντούκι ίσως ανθίσει, με λουλούδια θα γεμίσει, απ' το ίδιο μου το πτώμα Όταν προβάλει η ελπίδα, εγώ θα κρατώ ασπίδα Και ένα βλέμμα σου μονάχα, ομπρέλα στην καταιγίδα Έξω κάνει κρύο ακόμα Και συ μπουμπούκι στέκεις πλάι μου σα στρώμα Τώρα είναι πιο ζεστοί οι χειμώνες Αφού καταλήξαμε θαμώνες Σε εκείνο το παγκάκι που το χρώμα του έχει χάσει Αφού τόσοι έχουνε κάτσει μα κανένας δεν σου μοιάζει Ποιος στα αλήθεια να σε φτάσει;

[if-ill-run-late-eat]

Ποτέ δεν θα μάθεις τι είσαι για μένα

κι ας είσαι ένας ήλιος στο δρόμο μου.

Ποτέ δεν θα μάθεις πως είσαι το τραγούδι μου

που τραγουδώ μόνο για σένα.

Ποτέ δεν θα μάθεις ότι πίσω από τα δάκρυά μου

κρύβεται η ελπίδα κι ότι εσύ είσαι το δάκρυ μου,

μια άφταστη ελπίδα, η ηλιαχτίδα στην καταιγίδα της ζωής μου.

Δε θα το μάθεις.

Μπορεί να είσαι ό,τι πιο όμορφο αγάπησα,

μα θα κρύψω τα λόγια μου πίσω απ’ τα χείλη

και δε θα το μάθεις.

Κι αν οι λέξεις, χωρίς να το θέλω, ξεφύγουν,

θα τις ψιθυρίσω τόσο σιγά που δε θα τις ακούσεις.

Τάσος Λειβαδίτης

~για οσους χανουν ανθρωπους για τα ψεματα τους

[kollimenos-me-thn-monaxia]

Μαζί σου έκανα όνειρα που πήρανε φτερά, τα χέρια και τα μάτια μου τα άνοιξα μα

Μετα την ηλιαχτίδα δεν σε είδα πουθενά, τα όνειρα πνιγήκανε στη θάλασσα...

Τα πτώματα τους μάζεψα, τα 'καψα, μετά τα αναπνεύσα, όταν τις στάχτες κάπνισα

Ξύπνησα και σε βρήκα, μπροστά μου ξανά , στην ίδια θέση που σ' άφησα, επιτέλους ξανανάσανα

Μαζί σου έκανα όνειρα που πήρανε φτερά, τα χέρια και τα μάτια μου τα άνοιξα μα

Μετά την καταιγίδα δεν σε βρήκα πουθενά... Μοναχός μου πνίγηκα στη θάλασσα...

[wordsmithic]

⋅•⋅⊰ ➶ 12 Powerful Greek words ➶⊱⋅•⋅

Please note that the full and/or root words mentioned here, like most Greek words, are still in use since antiquity. As a Greek speaker, I love sharing my interesting language with people like you!

1. καταποντίζομαι (katapontízome, v, intransitive/self-contained form)

Lit. To sink under deep sea. "To sink" or "to submerge," typically referring to something being plunged into water or sinking deeply. "To be ruined" or "to collapse," used metaphorically to describe a person or situation falling into despair, failure, or destruction.

from κατά- (down, against, under) + πόντος (sea)

2. συνασπισμός (sinaspismόs, n)

Lit. "A cluster of shields". Originally referred to soldiers aligning their shields in battle, it is also used for armies gathering, but also for “coalition”, “alliance”.

From συν- (together) + άσπις (shield).

3. καταπληκτικός (katapliktikόs)

Lit. "Striking". Implies something striking in a remarkable way. Amazing, awe-inspiring.

From κατά- (against, forcefully) + πλήττω (to strike).

Bonus:

πληκτικός (pliktikόs, adj)

Boring. Suggesting something monotonously striking or tiresome

From πλήττω (To strike or hit)

4. συναρπαστικός (sinarpastikόs, adj)

Thrilling. Lit. "Something that captures and grips attention". As if the event grabs you with it.

From συν- (together) + αρπάζω (to grab)

5. συγκλονιστικός (syngklonistikós, adj)

Lit. "All-shaking". Something that emotionally or physically shakes a person.

From συν- (together) + κλονίζω (to shake, disturb).

6. αδάμαντος (adámantos, n,  “d” as “th” in “the”)

Lit. "Untamable". This is the word for “diamond”. Adamantos was shortened to “diamándi”.

From ἀ- (non/not) + δάμνω (to tame)

7. κατακεραυνώνω (katakeravnóno, v)

Literal: "To strike with thunderbolts." Used metaphorically, as "to utterly destroy", "to smite".

From κατά- ("against," or "completely") + κεραυνός ("thunderbolt" or "lightning")

Examples:

Literal: "Ο Δίας κατακεραύνωσε τον Προμηθέα." ("Zeus struck Prometheus with thunderbolts.")

Figurative: "Η κριτική του τον κατακεραύνωσε." ("The critique utterly destroyed him.")

"Τον κατακεραύνωσε με το βλέμμα του." (He smited him with his gaze)

8. ξεπαστρεύω (ksepastr��vo, v)

Literally, to "clear out," "finish off," or "get rid of" something or someone completely. Often used to mean "to kill" or "to eliminate" (in a harsh or violent sense). ξε- intensifies the action of cleaning.

From ξε- ("out," "away," or indicating removal) + παστρεύω (to clean, to tidy up, to get rid of)

9. καταστροφή (katastrofí, n)

Literally, "turning something completely over". Used as "ruination", or "destruction".

From κατά ("down," "against," "completely") + στροφή (turn, twist, rotation)

κατά- Often intensifies the action of the verb it precedes.

10. συνθλίβω (synthlívo, v)

"To crush" or "to smash". It refers to squeezing or pressing something so hard that it breaks or is destroyed.

From σύν ("together", "with") + θλίβω (to crush, squeeze, or press). συν- indicates additional power.

Example:

"Η καταιγίδα συνθλίβει τα πάντα στο πέρασμά της." ("The storm is crushing everything in its path.")

11. ανελέητα (aneléita, adv)

Literally, "mercilessly", "ruthlessly".

From αν- (an- (the "a privative", which means "non-"/"without" becomes "an-" before a vowel) ) + έλεος (pity, mercy)

12. καταιγισμός (kateghismós, n)

Literal: A violent storm or tempest. Figuratively it refers to any overwhelming or intense onslaught, often used to describe an intense barrage or flood of something else (e.g., a "torrent" of criticism, attacks, or events).

From κατά ("down," "against," or indicating intensity) + αἰγίς (aīghís – the protective shield or "aegis" of Zeus made of goatskin). Related to καταιγίδα (kateghída), storm.

Examples:

"Ο καταιγισμός των βροχών πλημμύρισε τις δρόμους." ("The downpour of rain flooded the streets.")

"Ο καταιγισμός των ερωτήσεων τον άφησε άφωνο." ("The barrage of questions left him speechless.")

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[loulouditouheimona]

Στην καταιγίδα των συναισθημάτων, η αγάπη μπορεί να είναι απίστευτα όμορφη αλλά και επικίνδυνη. 🖤🖤🖤

[nofuckinlabels]

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Παντα υπαρχουν μερες που απλα πρεπει να περασουν

Μερες που τα ρουχα κολλανε πανω μου απο την υγρασια και τα μαλλια μου με ενοχλουν καθε φορα που τα βλεπω τυχαια στον καθρέφτη

Ομως τον τελευταιο καιρο αυτες αρχιζουν να πληθαίνουν

Και δεν μπορω να αφηνω θετικη χροια πανω στο χαρτι

Υπαρχουν μερες που θελω απλα να αιμορραγώ

Γιατι οι φαντασιώσεις ταιριαζουν σε μπλε ουρανους

Δεν μπορω να γραψω

Εχω στερεψει απο λεξεις

Ολες εχουν χρησιμοποιηθει πια

Και δεν μπορω να ζω μεσα σε δανεικους ορισμους

Παντα έβρισκα το νοημα αναμεσα στις λεξεις

Ομως θα θελα εστω και για λιγο

Να χαμογελάσω

Οχι να γελασω

Να χαμογελασω

Θελω να ζωγραφιστεί αργα στα χειλη μου ενα απο εκεινα τα χαμογελα που ξερεις οτι πηγαζει απο χαρα αιώνων, απο αρχεγονη ικανοποιηση

Οταν γελαω νιωθω οτι εκπορνευω την θλιψη μου.

Σιχαίνομαι την υγρασία

Στις παλιές ταινίες

Η πρωταγωνίστρια παντα φοραει ενα μακρυ μαυρο παλτο, γοβες και ενα καλσον με βουλες

Περπαταει στο Μανχατταν και σκέφτεται την φυσ�� του ερωτα με ενα τσιγαρο πλεγμενο στα δαχτυλα της.

Τοτε αρχιζει να βρεχει και τα μαλλια της προδίδουν ποσο ομορφη ειναι ακομα και μετα απο μια καταιγίδα

Εκεινη την στιγμη έρχεται εκεινος ο ερωτας της ζωης της και σβηνει καθε σκεψη απο το μυαλο της

Η μελαγχολια δεν χρειαζεται πλεον

Η ευτυχια ειναι απολυτη

Δεν υπαρχει χώρος να ανθισει και να γερασει ο χρονος

Αυτο θελω.

Ο ερωτας δεν ειναι κλισε ειναι διαχρονικός