Unbalance mode

Which weight should be given priority to, in order to develop some more balanced strategy?
(yes... still on Europe with Greek focus matter).
I mean,  by one side there are hidden agendas ( not talking about conspiracy whatsoever! , mainly greed as key motivation) institutions, bureaucracy, agreements etc, by the other (perhaps) ideals, political agendas.... in the middle citizens. If there's some sort of communication problem, its urgent to keep talking preferentially with a genuine translator, with no preconceived ideas (if its possible)

Poor you, if you are lack of ideas and ideals.... but poorer if you have put trust in bad leaders.

Gallardo Santini

The Greek Solution

To B or not to B - King

if everything was as simple as music..... there are persons who perhaps should be Presidents, Ministers, Kings, and unfortunately are not. Today the living King of blues left us, with the burden of so many blues lyrics that life brought to him and to many other outhere.

Culture is a value to be treasured, governments should definitely pay more attention to it.

Long live the King.

Eg(g)o

Mental note ... to remind myself that easter, should be a time for reflection and refrain consumption voracity.... we really can't tell what is beneath our skin until we get to the next layer.... at this onion peeling like lifetime, where each layer is taken faster than the previous, there's seems to be an amorphous rules set for humans, that more than ever, doesn't seem to fit  or adapt easily to person mundane needs. Being or remaining original not easy due to constant marketing bombing (almost) all over;  Just get real.

POeTRY day - Black old death

Black old Death

It smells like mold here

My unrestless thin fingers

Carved through my skin

With swiveling eyes in fear.

Perhaps I didn’t care

For the burning body

That alone left its soul

Lied in the misty despair.

It took a long while

Until the black cloak

Covered my sight

As concealing my smile.

Patiently felt my bones to walk

And shacked up the dust

Brought from the deep

Where voices slept scream and talk

Who was that unknown shadow?

The worst seek nightmare?

Or merely a passenger fellow?

That simply stood and stare.

I flew over and around

Felt against my face a breeze

And drops of blood I found

They were thoughts I squeeze

From a cold freezing night

That insisted to come in a dream

At the dawn over the light

As a black mask in Venice stream.

Through such oil dark paint

I let it join and sing for me

For nothing: just sound and faint

As an owl, I waited and intent see.

A view over a journey

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