Ξέρεις ποιο είναι το πρόβλημα?

Ότι για 'μένα δεν υπάρχει καλύτερος και ομορφότερος από 'σένα..  
Οπότε είναι μάλλον άδικο για 'μένα.

ΑΓΓΕΛΙΕΣ

Διατίθεται ἀπόγνωσις

εἰς ἀρίστην κατάστασιν,

καὶ εὐρύχωρον ἀδιέξοδον.

Σὲ τιμὲς εὐκαιρίας.

Ἀνεκμετάλλευτον καὶ εὔκαρπον

ἔδαφος πωλεῖται

ἐλλείψει τύχης καὶ διαθέσεως.

Καὶ χρόνος

ἀμεταχείριστος ἐντελῶς.

Πληροφορίαι: Ἀδιέξοδον

Ὥρα: Πᾶσα.

When you remember who I am, just call

Oh my lover
Oh my lover
Never was there another
Where has my loverman gone ?

...and the complications

κι ενώ

για εκείνη

θα πήγαινες

μέχρι την
άλλη άκρη

του κόσμου,

η δική μου

παρουσία

δε σε

συγκινεί.

Ξέρω από συμβιβασμούς, γι' αυτό μη μου λες πως δεν βλέπω καλά.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,

          In a kingdom by the sea,

    That a maiden there lived whom you may know

          By the name of Annabel Lee;

    And this maiden she lived with no other thought

          Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,

          In this kingdom by the sea;

    But we loved with a love that was more than love-

          I and my Annabel Lee;

    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

          Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,

          In this kingdom by the sea,

    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

          My beautiful Annabel Lee;

    So that her highborn kinsman came

          And bore her away from me,

    To shut her up in a sepulchre

          In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

          Went envying her and me-

    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

          In this kingdom by the sea)

    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

          Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love

          Of those who were older than we-

          Of many far wiser than we-

    And neither the angels in heaven above,

          Nor the demons down under the sea,

    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

          Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

          Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

          Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

          In the sepulchre there by the sea,

          In her tomb by the sounding sea.