Fairy Tales

The beauty is a curse, the ugliness is a curse…

Once upon a time in a land far far away from where we live now, there was a small village. It was hidden in the forest and the villagers who lived there did not come often out of the village because they were afraid of the evil and ugliness of the outside world. In this village lived  a young child. The unique child in the village. He must haven’t  been older than 6-7 years old. One day heard a big fuss in the village. Something serious was going on and everyone ran to the square to see. Hearing it and our little friend and started to run too. Being petite and dude rammed into the crowd. And as more approaching the square so the voices were loudest, wildest, most fearful. He crawled to get as close as he could. He lifted his head and what to see? A creature the like of which did not exist. Can not distinguish whether it was man or woman. Can not distinguish whether it was human creature. She had four eyes and was hairy all over her body and her hands had and her fingers too. The whole village was furious and screamed to leave them and threw stones. This creature began to creep up lost their eyes. Our little friend returned back at home, but the whole night he could not sleep. How was this woman? Alone and whipped? He got up from the bed and began searching for her in the village. It was in a stall and cried. She did not speak. Only went and hugged her and wiped her tears. Not feared, not hated. He knew that this one felt the creature had heart and cried. Worries about the ugliness, but said nothing.
‘Curse to look in the eyes and do not understand. Curse is the ugliness. ‘ after these words she disappeared.
And time passed. And one day heard again bustle in the village. Everyone ran to the square. And ran our little friend too. Dragged, pushed and when he raised his head he saw something divine. He could not tell if it was male or female. He did not know if it was human creature.He Was shining and he was so handsome. With blonde hair, blue eyes and curls and huge white wings. The villagers pounced on him and imprisoned him. In a large iron cage not to leave to go and admired forever. Our little friend returned at home, but the whole evening could not sleep.He got up out of  his bed and started looking in the village. He found him in his cage. Bowed to cry. Approached him. He did not speak. Brought the little face close to the bars and passed a hand through the cage. He wiped his tears and then opened the cage and he went out.
‘Curse to look in the eyes and do not understand. Curse Is the beauty. ‘after these words he disappeared.
Our little friend returned back to  bed and laid down. He knew that the curse is not beauty, not ugliness is a curse. Curse is to look you into the eyes and do not understand you. Now well my children if they lied to me…I lie to you too…

The Apartment

-I lived many years in this small apartment. I had my job. I did not need anything more. One man alone. My bathroom looked at the back. All bathrooms in the building were in the back. Opposite my window was the window of the next apartment. And from there I was listening to all ….

– We have lived in this apartment for seventeen years. So till Constantine go at the second class of high school. Up to 15 of Constantine was a quiet child. Yelling to him and benting  his head down.  Cursing him and bent his head down . Hitting him and bent his head down. I do not remember much but do not ask me more. What? Yes it was a good student. He liked studying, football did not like. Football liked to Thanasis …

-This Apartment belonged to my parents. There I walked, the first time there began to kick the ball. There, hidden from my parents had my first drink. With a glass of wine  I was the best football player in the world. I did not make it, would manage Constantine. And if he did not like football? There is no excuses.As I obeyed  my father he would obey to me …

– Thanasis drank. At the beginning not so much but passing the years almost every day. Difficult childhood, I will not judge him . Somewhere, somewhere he slapped me, but was my fault. My job was to cook, clean and have red wine. I did not get red wine. The Constantine slapped regylarly. But if you don’t hit him how he could be  a good child? I do not remember when he was hitted for the first time ….

-No I was drunk. I drank it with a drive up. I was important person with wine’s help. Constantine did not understand that with a little more effort could be put into an academy. When the coach told me that he wasn’t good, I disappointed. With two slaps he could improve hiself. It was four or five then. If I regret it? Yes, but everything happened for an upper reason..

– And suddenly, from one day to another Constantine changed. He avoided training and Thanasis had learned it he returned from the school to the house quiet, with the bag on his shoulder. Thanassis awaited him at the door and  shouting began and pushed him. I do not want to become what you want, cried and got up and left … the child left home …

-Lots of fights. Lot of violence and hitting. One day I was listening to music and suddenly I heard Constantine growling. I stopped the music. I heard the boy bellowed. He had caught the child by the throat. I closed my eyes. I closed my ears. It was choking him. I was not a witness. I wanted to leave me alone. I do not fall if the kill ratio. What happened that day? For the first time I heard the voice of the child. I did not understand what he said. Closed eyes and ears. Movement usual. And then …. and then silence. What now you ask? I did not want trouble. I did not care for the neighbors, I did not want to learn for the neighbors. I am just a man. I could not do anything. At least the child grew up and left alone … left with a syringe nailed in his hand…

Jack and the beanstalk was a lie ….

Well then my children, that you knew for the jack and the beanstalk is all a lie, for the simple reason that  never planted Jack a beanstalk!  Jackie had with the seeds of barnyardgrass!Just threw them on the ground that sprang immediately! The trunk was very thick and the leaves were dark green color and it was so thick and strong they could climb to the whole army and notharm it! The rest is known what happened with Jack and the Giant! As time passed and barnyardgrass was bored sitting so long ….  still centuries! So it called God.
‘Hey, Hey, you up there’ …. no response!
‘Eh …..  you up there’, it said, this time louder, but still no response!
‘Eeeeeee ….. do you exist?’ Put all its voice. Finally responded!
‘What do you want barnyardgrass and yell at me?’
‘Make me man … I stand here so many years ….  I  want to go somewhere else.’
‘Because I am known for my generosity will to do a favor …. but because you ruined my sleep you will become a man who nobody pays attention to him.’ So it happened …. and the years continued to pass and barnyardgrass turn around here and there! In the beginning he liked it  because he learned a lot, but eventually got bored and started to feel bad and inferior …. and this feeling made ​​him feel jealous and tries to create trouble to people.
So one evening sitting in a dive and drank wine and tried to think what to do cheating, heard from the next table to tell a story … Jack and the beanstalk !!! What??? And the beanstalk?? A beanstalk had replaced him and had taken all the glory …. he went out really very mad!
‘Eh you  up there…transform mr  in the tree  I was again and I will make everyone suffer.’
But God is by nature a bit lazy had no willing to save the world of destruction and did a little grass, mostly because spam comes through to cereals and spoiled produce. But be careful because my kids barnyardgrass left descendants of the earth while was a man …. children easily confused with normal people  but continue the work and cause trouble to those who show them a little trust!

Once upon a time …

Once upon a time I wanted to change the world … once upon a time made ​​fun with the fact that I wanted to change the world … once upon a time  I tried …once upon a time disappointed me … once upon a time I tried again and again and now I can not say once upon a time … now the stories are over for me and yell and run dumb crippled and writing illiterate and forget trying to remember what I did once upon a time … and they lived happily and I started to look suspicious them who were trying to change the world..and they  lived happily and I began to taunt ideologues … and they lived happily … and now I’m safe in my blinders on, and told me lies and I tell lies too…

Death and art

– I wish I could draw. The magic of colors on paper  enchants me. You’re thoughts can be image, emotion is expressed, words become eyes sparkling. I do not know if you learn to paint, or if you have to have some talent. Somewhere I read that there is a plan to obey the rules and can be made by everyone, but it seems colorless, tasteless … art does not fit into boxes … but I have to get back to my routine and my box now. So perhaps I could never paint …

-Good question…nobody asked me somthing like that before. I would like to be able to dance ballet. Whole body mounted on the tip and moving hands giving a picture that creates emotion, experience joy. Listen to a music so fabulous, otherworldly and clothe with emotion, feelings that you have, you create … I think that my own feelings were lost somewhere in the passage of years. So perhaps I could never dance ..

– Death? It is far from me. I do not know what to answer. I would like to be able to write whatever I think. Write for hours and read them sometime. To spend my ideas, my feelings, my experiences in another, and another and another and from there to eternity, vanity right? So perhaps I never could write …

Chasing the elves …

I started to run and kept that way … through dark woods ..and I convinced myself that I was running to avoid the demons, elves, wild animals, eagles..and keep running even when I came out of the dark woods .. I fell many times, my knees bleed  again and again and I paid no attention. In my world, in my mind Ι had to run … Everyone has their own purpose and mine was that … when I was without legs just did not pay attention, Ι continued..I crawled with my hands..I bite the dust and chewed the grass..and the years passed and I grew up and I did not have anymore  hands, I was just a body without limbs trying to run to escape from my own demons,my own elves, my own wild animals, my  own eagles..and I didn’t notice that they lied to me and I continues to tell lies..