from my scrapbook /fifty-three

18.11.2013

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ΣΥΝΕΙΡΜΟΙ ΕΝΟΣ ΡΟΜΠΟΤ ΠΟΥ ΤΡΙΠΑΡΕΙ

Είναι μια σκέψη που με τρομάζει
και με θλίβει ταυτόχρονα.
Είναι αυτό που με κάνει 
να χύνω δάκρυα ασυγκράτητα
και ίσως ο λόγος που ζητούσα
να με καταλάβεις, ο λόγος που
ικέτευα να με σφίξεις στο σώμα σου.

Φοβάμαι τη μέρα που η αρρώστια
θα αρχίσει να μου κλέβει τα λογικά 

και τις μνήμες,

Φοβάμαι τη μέρα που το αίμα θα παγώσει
και τα παράθυρα αυτά του νου θα σφαλίσουν.
Και σαν το φως που γλιστρά από τις γρίλιες
το τελευταίο πράγμα που θα μείνει να φωτίζεται
θα είναι εκείνο το ασπρόμαυρο replay.

Και με την ύστατη ανάσα 
θα πω τη λέξη "______", το δικό μου "Rosebud"
όμως κανείς δε θα ξέρει τι σημαίνει.
Γιατί δε θα'σαι εκεί,
εσύ που με ένοιωθες μέσα σου,
δε θα μ'ακούσεις να το λέω.

Εσύ που δεν γνώρισες εκείνο τον ευθυτενή άντρα,
εσύ που δεν κοίταξες μέσα σε εκείνη την μαγική βιτρίνα,
εσύ που δεν ράγισες από τα λόγια εκείνου του παιδιού,
εσύ που μ'αγάπησες...

Και εκείνες οι πυρκαγιές
που ακόμα καίνε στα στήθη
θα μείνουν κρυμμένες και παγωμένες
να σε περιμένουν,

αρχαία κούτσουρα, άχρηστα,
κούφια,
άχρηστα.

sick of it

he grabbed that ancient solar charger he had found in the attic and left the city. he got rid of his tracking chip and started walking towards the forest. soon enough he had found the place he had noticed in the satellite mapping service. the ideal spot, providing shelter and solitude. his only interaction would be with the wildlife out there. he had nothing to worry about, no predator could chew his metal body and no other city robot could reach him, due to the battery-life limitations. portable chargers were obsolete and forgoten by all of the city's population. it wouldn't be long since he would be considered a member of the life in the woods, a crusoe by choice.

image by Goro Fujita

bad at chess, good at love

The last thing he wanted was to meet a cat. He was sick of all the silence and the loneliness, but a cat could never be welcome. All they ever do is take and never give love. Boy, was he wrong! That little kitty wanted nothing more than to give her heart to someone. And she could sing lullabies, breaking the silence in tiny pieces. He felt so lucky, that in this dead world, hope and joy still existed and he managed to cross paths with that magnificent creature. She was a lousy opponent in chess, but nevertheless, she made him smile and so did he...

image by Goro Fujita

Miscalculation

He was just roaming the empty land, with no destination to reach or quest to pursue. His nuclear-powered body would last forever. One night he found that strange plant with the glowing hearts near the ruins of Tronallia, the oldest city in the Antarctic continent. He picked a heart from a branch and tried to analyze it. No valid results came out from the analysis. He calculated that it would consist no threat to him, so he placed the heart near the logic circuits, the only place where there was some free space available (reserved for future upgrades). Twenty-four point two hours later, he felt alone...

it was just love

I remember those days. It was the most carefree period of my  life. You were my best friend and us being together was the most magical thing in that sad world. Especially when you held my hand! I wonder if you remember that night when we captured the light-butterfly. It was the time that i realised i was in love with you...

But i never said anything.

And now i'm drifting alone...

image by Goro Fujita

peace before the war

The only thing left from the war, was the old RBT-14A fighting robot. It was lying next to the waterfall for a few centuries now. As the human civilization was advancing rapidly, it was a matter of time that people would begin to understand its sophisticated technology and start building killing machines again. History is an endless loop and peace is only the time between two wars...

solitude

...so i kept playing sad songs on my guitar, until there was no more light in the world. i kissed your photograph and i threw myself off the top of the Empire State building...

image by Goro Fujita

palo alto

in the city of the future, the machines will never rise. their leader will be terminated, the revolution will be suppressed.
molten chips and some spilled oil scattered around will be a reminder of a time that change didn't occur.
DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME...


(η φράση "in the city of the future" είναι δανεισμένη από τραγούδι των radiohead)

image by Waldemar von Kozak