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Photographer:Harris Kyprianou

Fashion editor :Andreas Koumas

I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing but endless love will mount in my soul...

Photographer:Harris Kyprianou

Fashion editor :Andreas Koumas

The house had no plugs

Photographer:Harris Kyprianou

Fashion editor :Andreas Koumas

VERTIGO

I dare you to speak of your despise

For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars

I dare

I dare

I dare you...

Another version of me this time seen through the eyes of my friend Nicholaich.

15'

Today i received this beautiful portrait of mine from my friend Apostolos Papatheocharous.

ARTIFICIAL PEACE

......... the heat is the same, but i can smell the change ...im tired of the summer and the expensive polished cars running up and down capital 's main boulevard , young boys with their fathers clothes smoking cigars ....arabic influenced "L.A" girls with dietrich eyebrows and louis Vuitton bags , everything here is new! "updated",according to their own stubborn heads....Anybody around them , who is not like them is an outsider ......it was always like that..... Fake world of smiles ..

Mesh transvestite monkeys with designer clothes .....hetero cryptohomosexuals with creatine tissues and marine colognes......you are all the same and you suck like your cheap duty free(Larnaca-Athens)parfums..

SHES GOT IT ,YEAH BABY SHES GOT IT..

Goddess on the mountain top

Burning like a silver flame

The summit of beauty and love

And Venus was her name

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

At your desire

Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

At your desire

Her weapons were her crystal eyes

Making every man a man

Black as the dark night she was

Got what no-one else had

Wa!

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

At your desire

Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire

At your desire

Goddess on the mountain top

Burning like a silver flame

The summit of beauty and love

And Venus was her name

NOW I KNOW

To outer senses there is peace,

 A dream-like peace on either hand,

 Deep silence in the shadowy land,

Deep silence where the shadows cease,

Save for a cry that echoes shrill

 From some lone bird disconsolate;

 A curlew calling to its mate;

The answer from the distant hill.

And, herald of my love to Him

 Who, waiting for the dawn, doth lie,

 The orbed maiden leaves the sky,

And the white firs grow more dim.

FOR ALL TOMORROW 'S PARTIES

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

Frances F.

In her false witness, we hope you're still with us,
To see if they float or drown
My favorite patient, a display of patience,
Disease-covered Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire, And burn all the liars,
leave a blanket of ash on the ground

NIRVANA

Frances farmer will have her revenge on Seattle

Andreas Koumas will have his revenge in Nicosia