gkazoza

[Nefeli-]

ΓΥΜΝΑ ΠΟΔΙΑ

Ένα χαμόγελο από πληγωμένα χείλη,
Δυο μάτια αθώα στης ζωής τη δίνη,
Ποιος πονά και ποιος τα χέρια του λύνει;
Να σου κλείνουνε πόρτες κι εσύ να μην ξέρεις,
Απ’ τα λίγα σου κέρματα περισσότερα αν έχεις.
Λερωμένα τα χέρια σου και ποιον ν’ αγκαλιάσεις,
Είσαι μικρόs και δεν μπορείς να ξεχάσεις.
Η αγνή η καρδιά σου, δεν βάζει κακία,
Κι αν σε λενε ¨λεπρό¨ δεν είναι αμαρτία.
Τα ρούχα κουρέλια κι εσύ να κρυώνεις,
Κι απ’ του κόσμου τα λόγια εσύ να παγώνεις.
Να τραγουδάς την αλήθεια και να κτυπάει το ντέφι,
Και να μην χάνεις ποτέ το παιδικό σου το κέφι.
Κι απ’ τα μαύρα σου στήθια να γεννάς περιστέρια,
Και το βράδυ σεργιάνι, παρέα με τ’ αστέρια.
Απ’ της κοινωνίας το σχολειό να παίρνεις εφόδια,
Δεν χρειάζεται να’χεις παπούτσια...
Προχωράς με τα γυμνά σου τα πόδια...


afierwmeno s'ena mikro pedaki pou xazeve tis motosykletes kai mia mera... mou zitise gkazoza.

[sunderlanos]

Mprabo sou poli kalo to poimataki an kai se exasa se kapoio shmeio:hypnotize

Poli kalh prospatheia keep going...

[sunderlanos]

Kai to parakatw einai poli kalo an kai ligo megalo alla axizei na to diavasete milaei gia tous agwnes(polemous) pou exoun kanei oi Amerikanoi gia ena kalytero ayrio...


>Before I start this poem,
>I'd like to ask you to join me
>
>in a moment of silence
>in honour of those who died
>in the World Trade Centre
>and the Pentagon
>last September 11th.
>
>I would also like to ask you
>a moment of silence
>for all of those who have been
>harassed, imprisoned, disappeared,
>tortured, raped, or killed
>in retaliation for those strikes,
>for the victims in both
>Afghanistan and the U.S.
>
>And if I could just add one more thing...
>A full day of silence
>>for the tens of thousands of Palestinians
>>who have died at the hands of
>>U.S.-backed Israeli forces
>>over decades of occupation.
>>
>>Six months of silence
>>for the million and-a-half Iraqi people,
>>mostly children, who have died of
>>malnourishment or starvationas a result of an 11-year U.S. embargo
>>against the country.
>>
>>Before I begin this poem:
>>two months of silence
>>for the Blacks under Apartheid
>>in South Africa,
>>where homeland security
>>made them aliens
>>in their own country.
>>
>>Nine months of silence
>>for the dead in Hiroshima
>>and Nagasaki, where death rained
>>down and peeled back
>>every layer of concrete, steel, earth and skin
>>and the survivors went on as if alive.
>>
>>A year of silence
>>for the millions of dead
>>in Vietnam--a people, not a war-
>>for those who know a thing or two
>>about the scent of burning fuel,
>>their relatives' bones buried in it,
>>their babies born of it.
>>
>>A year of silence
>>for the dead in Cambodia and Laos,
>>victims of a secret war ... ssssshhhhh ...
>>Say nothing ... we don't want them to learn
>>that they are dead.
>>
>>Two months of silence
>>for the decades of dead
>>in Colombia, whose names,
>>like the corpses they once represented,
>>have piled up and slipped off
>>our tongues.
>>
>>Before I begin this poem,
>>An hour of silence for El Salvador ..
>>An afternoon of silence
>>for Nicaragua ..
>>Two days of silence
>>for the Guetmaltecos ..
>>
>>None of whom ever knew
>>a moment of peace
>>45 seconds of silence
>>for the 45 dead
>>at Acteal, Chiapas
>>25 years of silence
>>for the hundred million Africans
>>who found their graves
>>far deeper in the ocean
>>than any building could
>>poke into the sky.
>>There will be no DNA testing
>>or dental records
>>to identify their remains.
>>And for those who were
>>strung and swung
>>from the heights of
>>sycamore trees
>>in the south, the north,
>>the east, and the west...
>>
>>100 years of silence...
>>For the hundreds of millions of
>>indigenous peoples
>>from this half of right here,
>>Whose land and lives were stolen,
>>In postcard-perfect plots
>>like Pine Ridge,
>>Wounded Knee,
>>Sand Creek, Fallen Timbers,
>>or the Trail of Tear s.
>>Names now reduced
>>to innocuous magnetic poetry
>>on the refrigerator
>>of our consciousness ..
>>So you want a moment of silence?
>>
>>And we are all left speechless
>>Our tongues snatched from our mouths
>>Our eyes stapled shut
>>A moment of silence
>>And the poets have all been laid to rest
>>The drums disintegrating into dust
>>Before I begin this poem,
>>You want a moment of silence
>>You mourn now as if the world will never be the
>>same
>>And the rest of us hope to hell it won't be.
>>Not like it always has been
>>
>>Because this is not a 9-1-1 poem
>>This is a 9/10 poem,
>>It is a 9/9 poem,
>>A 9/8 poem,
>>A 9/7 poem
>>This is a 1492 poem.
>>This is a poem about
>>what causes poems like this
>>to be written
>>
>>And if this is a 9/11 poem, then
>>This is a September 11th poem
>>for Chile, 1971
>>This is a September 12th poem
>>for Steven Biko in South Africa, 1977
>>This is a September 13th poem
>>for the brothers at Attica Prison,
>>N ew Yor k, 1971.
>>This is a September 14th poem
>>for Somalia, 1992.
>>
>>This is a poem
>>for every date that falls
>>to the ground in ashes
>>This is a poem for the 110 stories;
>> that were never told
>>The 110
>>stories that history
>>chose not to write in textbooks
>>The 110 stories that CNN, BBC,
>>The New York Times,
>>and Newsweek ignored
>>This is a poem
>>for interrupting this program.
>>And still you want
>>a moment of silence
>>for your dead?
>>We could give you
>>lifetimes of empty:
>>
>>The unmarked graves
>>The lost languages
>>The uprooted trees and histories
>>The dead stares on the faces
>>of nameless children
>>Before I start this poem
>>We could be silent forever
>>Or just long enough to hunger,
>>For the dust to bury us
>>And you would still ask us
>>For more of our silence.
>>
>>If you want a moment of silence
>>Then stop the oil pumps
>>Turn off the engines and the televisions
>>Sink the cruise ships
>>Crash the stock markets
>>Unplug the marquee lights,
>>Delete the instant messages,
>>Derail the trains, the light rail transit
>>
>>
>>If you want a moment of silence,
>>put a brick through
>>the window of Taco Bell,
>>And pay the workers for wages lost
>>Tear down the liquor stores,
>>The townhouses, the White Houses,
>>the jailhouses, the Penthouses and
>>the Playboys.
>>
>>If you want a moment of silence,
>>Then take it
>>On Super Bowl Sunday,
>>The Fourth of July
>>During Dayton's 13 hour sale
>>Or the next time your white guilt
>>fills the room where my beautiful
>>people have gathered
>>
>>You want a moment of silence
>>Then take it & Now,
>>Before this poem begins.
>>
>>Here, in the echo of my voice,
>>In the pause between goosesteps of the second
>>hand
>>In the space
>>between bodies in embrace,
>>
>>Here is your silence.
>>Take it.
>>But take it all
>>Don't cut in line.
>>Let your silence begin
>>at the beginning of crime But we,
>>Ton ight we will keep right on singing
>>For our dead.
>>
>>
>>Emmanuel Ortiz works with the Minnesota Alliance for the
>>Indigenous Zapatistas (MAIZ) and Estaciσn Libre. He is a staff
>>member of the Resource Centre of the Americas, the non-profit
>>&n bsp; publisher of americas.org

[jimbar]

μπράβο σου καλό. Τελικά ... γκαζόζα του πήρες του παιδιού;

[Spazz]

τι μονη σου το εγραψες?????καλοο!

τι την ηθελε την γκαζωζα?????φουσκωσε μηπως απο το πολυ φαγητο???? μπα! μηπως εννοουσε sprite το παιδι ?????

[Nefeli-]

tou pira gkazoza to pedaki ayto proerxetai apo oikogeneia tsigkanwn... kai einai monimos episkeptis tis getonias pou menw. einai tragiko na yparxei akoma tetoiou eidous ratsismos... kratouse mia xoufta kermata kai ithele gkazoza... kai ton evgazan e3w apo ta magazia. simeiwteon oti den tin zitianeve kai edine kai perissotera ap'oti a3iza mia "gkazoza". na'ste kala.

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einai tragiko na yparxei akoma tetoiou eidous ratsismos...

....ο ρατσισμός δεν είναι μία κατάσταση που υπάρχει από μόνος του, όπως το οξυγόνο που αναπνέουμε ένα πράμα....

ο ρατσισμός είναι συμπεριφορά, είναι τρόπος σκέψης και τον δημιουργούμε εμείς οι ίδιοι!!!! ΔΥΣΤΥΧΩΣ!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...ΔΕΝ θα σταματήσει να υφίσταται αν όλοι εμείς που ενοχλούμαστε από ρατσιστικές συμπεριφορές και αντιδράσεις ΔΕΝ ΕΠΑΝΑΣΤΑΤΗΣΟΥΜΕ, να τα βροντήξουμε όλα κάτω και να ΠΟΥΜΕ ΕΠΙΤΕΛΟΥΣ τα πράγματα με τ' όνομά τους!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ναι υπάρχουν αυτές οι συμπεριφορές και είναι διάσπαρτες γύρω μας καθημερινά.... ποιός απο μας όμως που σκέφτεται διαφορετικά έχει τη πυγμή και το θάρρος να δηλώσει την αντίθεσή του!?!??!?!?
ΕΛΑΧΙΣΤΟΙ έως ΚΑΝΕΝΑΣ!!!!!!!!!!

...αν το καλοσκεφτείς επικρατούν τέτοιου είδους συμπεριφορές γιατί είναι οι μόνες που φαίνονται και ακούγονται.....

μόνο αν υψώσουμε τη δικιά μας τη φωνή και τους φωνάξουμε ΣΤΟΠ σας βαρεθήκαμε πια, ΜΟΝΟ τότε θα αρχίσει να γυρίζει ο τροχός.....

και αυτό οφείλει να το κάνει πρώτος ο καθένας από μας που σκέφτεται ή αισθάνεται διαφορετικά.....

το χρωστάμε στον εαυτό μας...
το χρωστάμε σ' αυτά τα παιδιά...
το χρωστάμε στο πικραμένο τους χαμόγελο......




Υ.Γ. ....Νεφελάκι την επόμενη φορά που σου ζητήσει ένα παιδάκι γκαζόζα, επειδή δεν παίρνουν τα ψηλά που έχει στα χεράκια του...
μπαις στο μαγαζί πάρτου τη γκαζόζα και πες σ' αυτούς εκεί μέσα πόσο μα ποσο ΞΕΦΤΙΛΙΣΜΕΝΟΙ είναι!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[periklisk]

Πολύ καλό!!!!

γμτ με τους μ@$$#ς που εκμεταλλεύονται τα μικρά παιδιά!!!!!!

[Nefeli-]

o en logw kyrios , idioktitis tou peripterou... oxi mono den katalamvainei apo logia alla oute apo pra3eis. ta pedakia ayta... kykloforousan 3ypolita.. afou i koinwniki e3athliwsi mas vriskete sto zenith tis.. itan xeimwnas me tragika xamiles thermokrasies stin 3anthi... kai opws pernousan e3w apo to magazi tou.... pire to lastixo kai ta katavre3e.. antidrasame polloi me tin pra3i tou alla aytos gelouse m'ena xydaio tropo kai synexize anenoxlitos apo tis antidraseis mas tis vrisies tou. san ki ayton yparxoun para polloi. einai thlivero. pistevw pws ayta ta pedia wrimazoun poly pio grigora apo alla paidia tis ilikias tous. apoktoun empeiries zwis pou ta kratoun se egrigorsi kai polymixania. an tous dinontan ises eykeries tha epitygxainan sigoura se o,ti ki an ekanan.