i recently re-discovered this song from the 90s that i had on my ipod. since im forced to stay home all day and write endlessly, the most fun i can get is from music. i dont know why but i just cant stop listening to this song. it makes me so energetic and full of adrenaline. it has beautiful lyrics as well, if know know greek you’ll see what i mean.
love lola x
Eίναι ωραία τα παλιά, μεγάλα δέντρα.
στέκονται δίπλα στο ποτάμι και κοιτάνε.
Δίπλα τους παίζουν τα παιδιά και τραγουδάνε.
τα δέντρα ακούνε και δε βγάζουνε κουβέντα.
Κοιτάζω τα παλιά, μεγάλα δέντρα
όμως αυτά όλο τα σύννεφα κοιτάνε.
Ανατριχιάζουνε,τα φύλλα τους πετάνε
μέχρι το σπίτι σου και πέφτουν στα τσιμέντα.
Μπορείς αν θέλεις να κρυφτείς όταν θα βρέχει
κάτω από ‘κείνα τα πλατάνια τα μεγάλα.
Μα έτσι γρήγορα το σύννεφο όπως τρέχει
η καταιγίδα θα ξεσπάσει, ποιος αντέχει;
Πήγαινε σπίτι σου, λοιπόν, και παρακάλα
να κάνει ο κεραυνός πως δεν τα είδε,
αυτά τα δέντρα, τα ωραία, τα μεγάλα,
αυτά τα δέντρα ανάμεσα σε τόσα άλλα.
Είναι ωραία τα παλιά, μεγάλα δέντρα
στέκονται δίπλα στο ποτάμι και κοιτάνε.
Δίπλα τους παίζουν τα παιδιά και τραγουδάνε
τα δέντρα ακούνε και δε βγάζουνε κουβέντα.
I’ve always liked Παυλος Παυλιδης and τα Ξυλινα Σπαθια… I’ve always liked his music, his style, his voice, the way his songs always make me daydream and take me to this whole new world, his world, a world of endless seas, and nature and the sun the world of pain, sometimes love, wonder, magic and all these beautiful human emotions he describes, especially in his solo songs. But I dont know what has gotten into me lately, this love I had for this artist, has turned into obsession... All I seem to do is listen to his songs, read his lyrics, make up stories, paintings and travel all under his influence, his inspiration. I think the catalyst for this obsession, was his concert, 5 days ago, in Cyprus. I saw him live before, I dont know what it was about this concert, but right after I left, i knew, i just knew that i was dazzled. I know dazzled seems like a funny word to use, but thats exactly how I feel. He’s an amazing artist,and i feel shameful about writing all these thoughts in english and not in greek, let’s just say im not that good with greek spelling.
I took some videos from the concert , here’s one of them
sorry for the poor quality, the video was taken with my phone
In 48 hours or so, I will be returning back home for the Christmas holidays... I will be returning back to the old, familiar and pleasant lifestyle I MISSED SO MUCH for just two weeks.I’m really thrilled about getting to spend time with my family and my friends which I havent seen in a really long time... Im thrilled about getting the chance to go back to my favourite places, which were all I knew up to now in my life and doing all the things I did up to now in my life, like driving around with no point in a dead city, spending endless hours drinking coffee around town and watching people go by, catching up with all the gossip (of course!), going out getting wasted and ending up in my friends house waiting for the sun to come up. I’m thrilled about getting to do all these things, but to be honest, I’m gonna miss London- not school- London.
Over these three months I spent here, in London I can honestly say I changed as a person, I’ve grown, and continued with my old ways but in a different space, being completely independent, and doing all sorts of crazy stuff I wouldnt do in Cyprus. First of all, I appreciated my culture and my country and all it has offered to me these past years. They say that it’s not until you lose something that you start to appreciate it, and thats exactly what happened to me. Over these three months, I discovered so many cool stuff about my country’s culture, appreciated it so much and enjoyed my time here introducing my culture to new people as well as me. In addition, I’ve been to the most amazing places, like a crazy tourist, I explored lots of London areas and discovered some really cool spots. I feel as if this city has yet a lot more to offer to me,since it is massive and I havent been able to exlpore it all. Yet I can say with confidence I did my outmost to try and make the most of my time here. I explored MOST of the West-end, MOST of the East-end (still havent been to the Far East like Whitechappel, Mile End etc but I’m not quite sure I want to go there, OK maybe Whitechapel, in order to walk in ‘Jack the Ripper’s’ footsteps) and MOST of central London. I still havent been to the Other side of the river, in areas like Battersea, Southwark, Vauxhall which is very ignorant of me but next term I’m definitely going to explore these areas. I got the chance to listen to some amazing music, went to some amazing gigs , blues bars, jazz bars, live greek music bars etc.
Also I got the chance to integrate myself with British culture and lifestyle, more specifically with the lifestyle of a typical British person (OK I know im stereotyping right now but it’s just for the sake of putting my point accross- and ok lets be realistic, the average 20 year old British person goes about with his/her life like this). During the last month of my stay here in lovely London, due to the massive amount of work and assignments I had to do, I spent most of my weeks working like a dog 9am-10pm getting home eating like a pig and then going to bed. BUT during the weekends, I partied so hard I cant even believe myself. I always made fun of people who went out and got wasted and partied and all that cause for me it was a ‘been there done that’ situation. But trust me, now I understand the English man so much. It’s a very liberating experience, and I do not regret any of these crazy embarrassing nights I spent. Every single drink did it job in order to get stuff out of me (literally – ok i know im being really graphic- im sorry). ANYWAY, like you work so hard during the week and during the weekend you want to have some fun, so you go to your favourite place (for me it’s this underground greek place where they play some really good greek music), have a couple and maybe more glasses of wine, dance like a whore, maybe grab the microphone from the singer, make a complete fool of yourself, chat with a cute guy, and then get on the bus to get back home, going back home, discovering there’s a flat party going on somewhere around the student halls (under normal circumstances you would go there and tell them to SHUT THE FUCK UP because you’re trying to study), and deciding to join in and then around 5-6 going back to bed to wake up the next morning with make up all over your face feeling so ashamed of yourself. WELL I know it sounds really embarrassing and fucked up, but trust me, when you spend your week in a library buried under tons and tons of books, such experiences are the most fun you can get. The next day you can go for brunch at Chelsea and spend your day shopping in High-street Kensington. And then on Monday you can start WORKING again...
I’m gonna miss that routine to be honest. But I’ll be back - FOR MORE!
Here are some lovely pictures of some lovely places I visited here in London :)
Bisous and see you again in Cyprus :)
