ATRION,205 by Μιχάλης Πιερής Ήσαν δέν ήσαν τρείς οι ώρες πού βρέθηκαν
κλεφτά. Από μιάν άλλη πόλη φτάνοντας
ο ένας. Κι άλλος από μακρινό νησί.
Σέ μιά στροφή του δρόμου έσμιξαν.
Εκεί πού ο γιαλός φιλά τα αρχαία
ερείπια καί τά μοντέρνα σπίτια.
Στη ρεσεψιόν τούς κοίταξαν μέ νόημα
στό ασανσέρ είχαν σχεδόν μισογδυθεί.
Χώρος γυμνός τούς δέχθηκε καί κρύος
τοπίο γνωστό φτηνών ξενοδοχείων.
Μά ξάναψαν τά σώματα κι η κάμαρη
πλημμύρισε πυρπολημένο χρόνο.
Λίγη απ’τή στάχτη εκείνης της φωτιάς
πού κράτησεν η μνήμη ρίχνω απόψε
στό κρασί. Νά βυθιστώ ξανά στό πένθιμο
της μοναξιάς ηδονικό μεθύσι.
.....
Fuego! by Murder By Death
She walked with fire at her heels.
The scent of smoke on the breeze.
Wherever she goes that's where I'll be.
Whatever she wants that's what I need.
Baby, it's been so long that even the roses hips are turning me on.
Baby, it's been so long.
I want you.
I want you.
The heat floats on top of our skin.
Like an ice cube in a glass of gin.
I can't even hear the words you say.
I need to leave, but I want to stay.
Baby, it's been so long that even the roses hips are turning me on.
Baby, it's been so long.
I want you.
I want you.
I get the feeling if I stay with you, you'll never let me go.
I want you.
Feel like a ship on dry land.
Or an island in the sand.
Your kiss is cool, despite the heat.
You've got my senses beat.
If I stay, I won't last long.
You've got a hold on me so strong.
I hear your song.
All I hear is your song.
It's so hot.
The bones show through our skin.
It's so hot.
That the bones show through our skin.
