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Part 1

-He is expecting you upstairs.

She thanked him but he didn’t hear her. He was already back to his computer screen chatting on msn. She turned her gaze to the set of stairs she was about to climb. She could only see the half of the marble stair steps as halfway it was turning 90 degrees to the left going to the floor above. With one hand she pulled her dress off the floor 5 cm above her black leather shoes and with the other she held the metallic rail of the steps firmly, as she pulled her self to climb.
She knew that an hour later she would feel guilty and sick of her self for what she was about to do. But her mind was not in control anymore. Every other part of her body was longing to feel alive, to feel warmth, to feel love…
She walked the long corridor whilst having her blue hat falling in front of her eyes to avoid any glances. Luckily all the doors of the university offices were firmly shut. She reached the door at the far left end of the corridor and stood face to face to the sign. She was not a woman who deliberates much. She immediately knocked on the door and was called to enter.
He was standing at the side of his desk his right hand resting on a book on the shelf as if he put the book back to its place the second before she entered. She was certain he choreographed that scene many times while he was waiting for her knock on the door. She used to adore his obsessiveness over meetings, talks and all forms of human contact.
He stood watching her as she entered gracefully and his small room was enlightened by her aura. How small and petty his office was for her.
-Hello, she said.
-Hello, he replied, extending his arm to shake hers. She gave him hers and they held them close together, for a few seconds longer than is socially acceptable, as they both felt the sweet moist of human contact on their skins.
-Please, have a seat, offered he.
She sat down on the green chair covered with cheap wool. She looked at this bookshelf. Books of various colors and sizes were thrown side to side feeling it to its max capacity. He remembered him bringing one or two to his home to have a read through the night. She didn’t believe he finished any of them, ever. Whenever she told him this,usually to wind him up, he always used to preach to her the difference of reference books from literature books.
“You do not have to finish them. Its not one of your little love stories or whodunits! You open these books extract the info you want and place them back”, he used to say.
- Are you scanning to see if I have yours? he interrupted her thoughts.
- Pardon me?
-Your book. It’s not on there. I have it at home in case you were looking for it.
-Oh, no,I wasn’t. I was just- nevermind. So, how have you been?
He finally had her where he wanted. Sitting across from him after all those years. Alone, in a room. As he watched her closely now, he swallowed a lump in his throat as he noticed that the signs of old age were actually leaving their mark on her. Even she was not immune of old age.
-I need your help. It is a matter of great importance to me, to my life. I wouldn’t have bothered you otherwise.

To be continued

I am a wunderkind

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind
destined to reign, destined to roam

Alibi

Today I woke up to this song. Great songwriter, remarkable singer. David Gray. Was blessed to see him live in London with my friend I.

David Gray has a new album out. It’s called “Draw the line”. The reviews are very good. He first caught my interest before I went to London even, after watching a concert on TV from London that had many artists. I remember he sang “Babylon” on that concert and I thought it was brilliant.

He is doing a world tour now, in America and Australia. He will be in London in December. His music is helping me travel too, far away, even if only in spirit . It’s helping me out tremendously right now and for that I am grateful.

8 weeks left

Μισώ τα confrontations. Είναι τόσο αντίθετα με το χαρακτήρα μου. Στη προσωπική μου ζωή απεχθάνομαι την προσωπική κόντρα και κλείνομαι στον εαυτό μου παρά να τσακωθώ. Σήμερα στο π. αναγκάστηκα να βγώ για ακόμη μια φορά εκτός εαυτού. Καταρρέω εβδομάδα τη βδομάδα. Είναι πέραν απο μένα αυτά που συμβαίνουν. Τα ψέματα, οι παράλογες απαιτήσεις και η καθολική έλλειψη ήθους και ντροπής από κάποιους με αναστάτωσαν τόσο πολύ που πάλι έχω ταραχτεί και δεν μπορώ να ηρεμήσω.

Πώς έφτασαν τα πράγματα ως εδώ;

8 βδομάδες ακόμα…

Virginia

Leonard Woolf
-You have a history. You have a history of confinement. We brought you here because you have a history of fits, moods, blackouts, hearing voices. We brought you here to save you from the irrevocable damage you intended upon yourself. You tried to kill yourself twice. I live daily with that threat. I set up the press… we set up the printing press not just for itself, not just purely for itself, but so that you might have a ready source of absorption and a remedy..
Virginia Woolf
- Like needlework?
Leonard Woolf
– It was done for you! It was done for your betterment. It was done out of love! If I didn’t know you better, I’d call this ingratitude.
Virginia Woolf
-I am ungrateful? You call me ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. Living in a town I have no wish to live in. I’m living a life I have no wish to live. How did this happen? It is time for us to move back to London. I miss London. I miss London life.
Leonard Woolf
– This is not you speaking Virginia. This is an aspect of your illness.
Virginia Woolf
- It is my voice. It is mine and mine alone. It is MINE. I’m dying in this town.
Leonard Woolf
- If you were thinking clearly Virginia you will recall it was London that brought you low.
Virginia Woolf – Thinking clearly…
Leonard Woolf
– I would report you to Richmond, to give you peace.
Virginia Woolf
- If I were thinking clearly Leonard, then I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark and only I can know, only I can understand my own condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction, Leonard I live with it too. This is my right, ’tis the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs but the violent jolt of the capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. There by she defines her humanity. I wish for your sake Leonard I could be happier in this quietness, but if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death…

Cyprus landmarks

there is a tree on the road to Larnaca.
there is a tree that captures my imagination.
i believe a great kingdom laid around its roots
kings rested on its trunk and lovers hid in its shadows…

there is an unfinished house on the road to L.
there is an unfinished house that sinks my heart
where lies and deceit brought me to its doors
and the promise of a new beginning carried me away

i’m not me

It’s been a while to write here. Things have been crazy, been working all summer and changed job in September. New job pays better than the old one but it’s a lot of work and is stressful. I feel like im walking into unchartered territories and keep searching for maps to find my way out. Im in possession of some old maps but if i do not mark my place on them there is no way i ll survive this.
Am i happy? Whenever something new starts naturally I question everything. I wish i could fast forward to a few weeks later when I ll be at ease and comfortable with my work. The pyramid of needs is like this: safety, comfort at work, comfort at home, love. I have noticed that in periods of high anxiety my libido falls into very low levels until i come to a point where i act stupidly. Like today. What happened today is not something i am proud of. The experience flashes through my head often causing me alarm and disbelief. Was it really me? I have amazed myself at how cold and distant i become at my own self. it’s like all logic and soundness just floats away and i become nothing but a puppet to my instincts.

Ο Νίκος Αλιάγας στο NRJ radio

Ο Νίκος Αλιάγας φαίνεται να επιστρέφει στο ραδιόφωνο στις συχνότητες του ράδιο NRJ France (NRJ.fr)! Ξεκινάει εκπομπή στις 24 Αυγούστου! Θα ξυπνάμε τα πρωινά με Ελλάδα με Νίκο Αλιάγα 6 με 9! Chris Moyles, Τάσος Τρύφωνος και μ…κίες! Τώρα έχουμε άλλο class από το matin. ‘Εχουμε το Νίκο το Μουσταφά και το Φλό! Bonjour a toute!

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