Too old to rock 'n roll .... too young to die...

Gerald Brom: The Joker

Beguiling

Edward Burne Jones: The beguilling of Merlin

Give me a hero...

Edward Burne Jones:'The Briar Rose' series, I: The Prince Enters the Briar Wood

I can’t remember when

I’ve lost my faith

A day in November

She came

Bringing winter

Ice and snow with her

Now all is fake

Like careless love

Every smile has a price

To pay

Fatality

Plays with life and death

Lady of liars

Queen of winter

Dark enchantress

All what is gone

Wasn’t meant to be

So she told me!

But I am a warrior

I need to believe

Not to understand

No way

Just give me a hero

A bird of prey

A guide to follow, to obey

Lady of liars

Queen of winter

Dark enchantress

All what is gone

Wasn’t meant to be

So she told me!

Lady of liars

Queen of winter

Dark enchantress

All what is gone

Wasn’t meant to be

So she told me!

Blood, sweat & tears

Frederic Lord Leighton: The fisherman and the siren

(I love you more than you 'll ever know)

If I ever leave you
You can say I told you so
And if I ever hurt you babe
You know I hurt myself as well

Chorus: Is that any way for a man to carry on
d'you think he wants his little loved one gone?
I love you Baby, more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know

When I wasn't makin' too much money
you know where my paycheck went
you know I brought it home to baby
and I never spent one red cent

(Chorus)

I'm not tryin' to be
any kind of man
I'm tryin' to be somebody
you can love, trust, and understand
I know that I can be, yeah yeah
a part of you that no one else could see
I just gotta hear, to hear you say
It's all right
yeah, yeah, yeah!

I'm only flesh and blood
But I can be anything that you demand
I could be president of General Motors baby, heh
or just a tiny little grain of sand

(Chorus)

(Guitar Solo)
(Sax Solo)

If I ever leave you
You can say I told you so
And if I ever hurt you baby
You know I hurt myself as well

(Chorus)

I love you, I love you, I love you baby!
Well all right!
I told ya, so many times before
I love you
I love you!
If you don't know, then I'll tell ya one more time
I love you!
I love you!

Psychopath... love you to pieces!

Legendary songs, legendary videos.... !

Alone again...

(Martiria: Sololoquy)

The last samurai...

Lladro porcelain: Samurai

Born to touch your feelings

E.B. Leighton: Footsteps

The Phantom of the Opera

Tannhäuser

John Collier: Tannhäuser at Venusburgh

Hier encore...

Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Proserpine

Je t'aime... mois non plus....

Warriors

Ken Kelly: Barbarian Warrior (1979)

Here our soldiers stand from all around the world

Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry

All are gathered here victory is near

The sound will fill the hall bringing power to us all

We alone are fighting for metal that is true

We own the right to live the fight we're here for all of you

Now swear the blood upon your steel will never dry

Stand and fight together beneath the metal sky

Brothers Everywhere

Raise you hands into the air

We're warriors

Warriors of The World

Like thunder from the sky

Sworn to fight and die

We're warriors

Warriors of The World

Many stand against us but they will never win

We said we would return and here we are again

To bring them all destruction suffering and pain

We are the hammer of the Gods we are thunder wind and rain

There they wait in fear with swords in feeble hands

With dreams to be a King first one should be a man

I call them out and charge them all with a life that is a lie

And in their final hour they shell confess before they die

I 'll never fall in love again...

Art and poetry (in Cannes)

(vacation memories)

LOL (2) !

Love Gun

I really love you baby

I love what you've got

Let's get together, we can

Get hot

No more tomorrow, baby

Time is today

Girl, I can make you feel

Okay

No place for hidin' baby

No place to run

You pull the trigger of my

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

You can't forget me baby

Don't try to lie

You'll never leave me, mama

So don't try

I'll be a gambler, baby

Lay down the bet

We get together, mama

You'll sweat

No place for hidin' baby

No place to run

You pull the trigger of my

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, love gun

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, (love gun)

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, (love gun)

Love gun, (love gun)

Love gun, (love gun)

Love gun, (love)

Lascia ch'io pianga (Let me weep)

Reginald Arthur: The death of Cleopatra

Let me weep over my cruel fate

And sigh for my lost freedom

And sigh

And sigh for my lost freedom

Let me weep over my cruel fate

And sigh for my lost freedom

May the pain shatter the chains

Of my torments just out of mercy

Of my torments just out of mercy

Let me weep over my cruel fate

And sigh for my lost freedom

You are my love

Boris Vallejo: Vampire's kiss

Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,

Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove;

Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,

Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, 

Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;

From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, 

Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.

If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse,

Or the Nine be dispos'd from your service to rove,

Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse,

And try the effect, of the first kiss of love.

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art,

Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove;

I court the effusions that spring from the heart,

Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love.

Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes, 

Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move:

Arcadia displays but a region of dreams; 

What are visions like these, to the first kiss of love?

Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth, 

From Adam, till now, has with wretchedness strove;

Some portion of Paradise still is on earth,

And Eden revives, in the first kiss of love.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past

For years fleet away with the wings of the dove

The dearest remembrance will still be the last,

Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.

(Lord Byron - The First Kiss of Love)

Light the Universe!

Heart of Darkness

Edward John Poynter: At low tide

("Heart of Darkness" novel by Joseph Conrad - Excerpt)
"He had taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land-- I mean literally. You can't understand. How could you?-- with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbors ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums--how can you imagine what particular region of the first ages a man's untrammeled feet may take him into by the way of solitude--utter solitude without a policeman-- by the way of silence, utter silence, where no warning voice of a kind neighbor can be heard whispering of public opinion? These little things make all the great difference. When they are gone you must fall back upon your own innate strength, upon your own capacity for faithfulness. Of course you may be too much of a fool to go wrong--too dull even to know you are being assaulted by the powers of darkness. I take it, no fool ever made a bargain for his soul with the devil: the fool is too much of a fool, or the devil too much of a devil-- I don't know which. Or you may be such a thunderingly exalted creature as to be altogether deaf and blind to anything but heavenly sights and sounds. Then the earth for you is only a standing place-- and whether to be like this is your loss or your gain I won't pretend to say. But most of us are neither one nor the other. The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells too, by Jove!--breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in--your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business. And that's difficult enough. "

"I looked at him, lost in astonishment. There he was before me, in motley, as though he had absconded from a troupe of mimes, enthusiastic, fabulous. His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain-- why he did not instantly disappear. `I went a little farther,' he said, `then still a little farther--till I had gone so far that I don't know how I'll ever get back. Never mind.

Plenty time. I can manage. You take Kurtz away quick--quick--I tell you.' The glamour of youth enveloped his particolored rags, his destitution, his loneliness, the essential desolation of his futile wanderings. For months--for years--his life hadn't been worth a day's purchase; and there he was gallantly, thoughtlessly alive, to all appearance indestructible solely by the virtue of his few years and of his unreflecting audacity. I was seduced into something like admiration-- like envy. Glamour urged him on, glamour kept him unscathed. He surely wanted nothing from the wilderness but space to breathe in and to push on through. His need was to exist, and to move onwards at the greatest possible risk, and with a maximum of privation. If the absolutely pure, uncalculating, unpractical spirit of adventure had ever ruled a human being, it ruled this be-patched youth. I almost envied him the possession of this modest and clear flame. It seemed to have consumed all thought of self so completely, that, even while he was talking to you, you forgot that it was he--the man before your eyes--who had gone through these things.”

(Apocalypse Now, the movie, based on this book)

Since I 've been loving you

Black clouds on the horizon...

William Bell Scott: Building a Roman Wall

Percy B. Shelley - The Cloud

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

And laugh as I pass in thunder.

...

...

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

(Jack Starr's Burning Starr - Black clouds of Thanos)

The music played...

Boris Vallejo: Vampire power

Forgive and forget / The actor

J.W. Waterhouse: Lamia

LOL!

You'll never know...

J.W. Waterhouse: Circe

Look what you have gone and done

You fool

The best was yet to come

What a childish game to play

You had it all

And threw it all away

You were not the first my love

Don't kid yourself

You sure won't be the last

You have just yourself to blame

A fool's a fool 

By any other name

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know

How close we came

Nothing but the best for you would do

My love was vintage wine

Now your just a memory

You've gone from me

Just so much wasted time

You can rest assured that I won't cry

Tears where never quite my style

I stopped crying long ago

With life erased forever from my mind

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know You'll never know

You'll never know

How hard I tried

you'll never know you'll never know

you'll never know you'll never know

We could of had it all

You'll never know

How hard I tried

Your just a memory

You've gone from me ooooo

You have just yourself to blame

A fool's a fool 

By any other name

You'll never know you'll never know

Oh what a foolish game to play

You'll never know you'll never know

you'll never know you'll never know

You had it all

And you threw it away

You'll never know you'll never know

You threw it all away

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know you'll never know

You never know how hard I tried

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know you'll never know

You never know how hard I tried (how close we came)

You'll never know you'll never know

You'll never know you'll never know You'll never know you'll never know

In the Heat of the Night

Luis Ricardo Falero: Vision of Faust (departure of the witches)

Steely eyes of a silvery people

Walk behind me, with evil intent.

Up to the tower, I stand alone

Stripped of rank before a throne I am sent.

What befalls us in the heat of the night?

What befalls us in the heat of the night?

Before long, behind adamantine doors,

I taste of the wine of their joy.

Through delirium of a tortured mind

Her face gave me strength to this day.

What befalls us in the heat of the night?

What befalls us in the heat of the night?

In the heat of the night

But love deceived me, and in my despair

I recalled the ring once again

Born of Sorrow my cunning revives me,

And I took them with me enchained

What befalls us in the heat of the night?

What befalls us in the heat of the night?

In the heat of the night

Mythodea

All this time

Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Daydream

Now, as I had a look at you

it took a heartbeat and I knew

that the candle of my life was burning shorter.

You turned me ‘round to face myself,

to make me trust in what I am,

now, after all that I have done it makes me wonder I'm around.

Now the night has gone, better days to come.

All this time I have been afraid, it is not too late...

All this time while we talked my thoughts collided.

All this time I could have seen but I was blind.

All this time...

I thought I'd never see the day

that in myself I'd feel this way.

We are the meaning and we know. Forever different - the same.

Now the night has gone, better days to come.

All this time I have strained my mind, waiting for a sign.

Time is like a river that is running out to sea.

We can't touch the ground, so grab a blade of straw.

If you swim on waves of trust you cannot even drown,

when you hit the shores of love you cannot die...

Art and poetry (in Verona)

(vacation memories)
One of the oldest and best preserved arenas in Italy...

This is not real love...

Barry Windsor Smith: Godess

George:
Don't kiss me, darling
I want you to hear the things I say
I loved you in my way
But you know I'm gonna leave you
Mutya:
The clock was always ticking
And your heart,
Yes I know your heart is always on the run

George:
I hate what I've become
But I'm still gonna leave you
And I don't think you should stay for the night

Mutya:
Baby you know that my flesh is weak
You know I simply

Both:
I cannot sleep without you
My heart has simply nowhere to go

Mutya:
Nothing to hold
Those tears you're crying

George:
Time and time again you take me back in baby

Mutya:
You don't have to make it plain

Both:
This is not real love

Mutya:
Look at us dancing baby
Let's dance and show them all
(Dance and show them all)
How close we are
The lies have worked so far
So we go on deceiving

George:
But darling don't you know the time
Baby, look at yourself, holding back the tide
Like you've got something else up your sleeve
That's why I've got to leave

Both:
And I don't think you should stay here tonight
(Baby don't you know that my flesh is weak, you know)
I simply I cannot sleep without you
But someday I'll have nothing to show
(Nothing to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold

George:
Oh, baby, crying
All those simple things that won't come again
Oh do I have to make it plain
This is not real love

And I said this is not real love
Mutya:
Real love
Baby it don't glisten and shine the way it used to

George:
This is not real love (real love)
Baby think of all the promises I made on the day that I seduced you
Baby don't wait for me like some angel of tragedy
I have to set you free
Darling you should be long gone, oh long gone by now
You should be with someone, someone

Mutya:
Glisten and shine
You promised me

George:
You've gotta face it woman, you ain't ever gonna change me

Mutya:
Where will I go, what do I know
About life without you
You promised me you'd never leave me, no
This is not real love

Karanti

B.W. Smith: The devil's lake

After finishing my "Grand tour" and returning home, I think the following is most appropriate for the season and one of my favorites as well... 

Karanti (by N. Kavadias)

Μπάσες στεριές ήλιος πυρρός και φοινικιές

ένα πουλί που ακροβατεί στα παταράτσα

γνέφουνε δυο στιγματισμένα μαύρα μπράτσα

που αρρώστιες τα 'χουνε τσακίσει τροπικές

Παντιέρα κίτρινη σινιάλο του νερού

φούντο τις δυο και πρίμα βρέξε το πινέλο

τα δυο φανάρια της νυκτός κι ο Πιζανέλο

ξεθωριασμένος απ' το κύμα του καιρού

Το καραντί το καραντί θα μας μπατάρει

σάπια βρεχάμενα τσιμέντο και σκουριά

από νωρίς δεξιά στη μάσκα την πλωριά

κοιμήθηκεν ο καρχαρίας που πιλοτάρει

Όρντινα δίνει ο παπαγάλος στον ιστό

όπως και τότε απ' του Κολόμπου την κουκέτα

χρόνια προσμένω να τυλίξεις την μπαρκέτα

χρόνια προσμένω τη στεριά να ζαλιστώ

Φωτιές ανάβουνε στην άμμο ιθαγενείς

κι αχός μας φτάνει καθώς παίζουν τα όργανά τους

της θάλασσας κατανικώντας τους θανάτους

στην ανεμόσκαλα σε θέλω να φανείς

Φύκια μπλεγμένα στα μαλλιά στο στόμα φύκια

έτσι ως κοιμήθηκες για πάντα στα βαθιά

κατάστιχτη πελεκημένη απο σπαθιά

διπλά φορώντας των Ίνκας τα σκουλαρίκια

Το καραντί το καραντί θα μας μπατάρει

σάπια βρεχάμενα τσιμέντο και σκουριά

από νωρίς δεξιά στη μάσκα την πλωριά

κοιμήθηκεν ο καρχαρίας που πιλοτάρει

Spanish train

No, I am not in Spain (still in Italy and in Verona/Ravenna today - Romeo & Juliet ;-) ) but I felt I had to dedicate this to my friend AntoniusBloch who left a kind comment in the "Itane Mia Fora" post...

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
and people hear she's running still...

And then they hush their children back to sleep,
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep,
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep!!

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side,
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died,
But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead,
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye,
"Well God's not around and look what I've found,
this one's mine!!"

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light,
And shouted at the Devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!"
But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned,
But there's no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your worst,
He's going underground!!"

"But I think I'll give you one more chance"
said the Devil with a smile,
"So throw away that stupid lance,
It's really not your style",
"Joker is the name, Poker is the game,
we'll play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet,
the souls of the dead!!"

And I said "Look out, Lord, He's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, He's going to win!.."

Well the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five,
And for the Lord he was praying hard
Or that train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king,
And the Lord, he was running for a straight,
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades,
All he needed was the eight...

And then the Lord he called for one more card,
But he drew the diamond eight,
And the Devil said to the son of God,
"I believe you've got it straight,
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place,
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak,
He slipped another ace...

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid,
And it soon went up to fifty-nine,
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did,
And he said "that suits me fine",
"I'll raise you high to a hundred and five,
And forever put an end to your sins",
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins!!"

And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, don't let him win..."

Well that Spanish train still runs between,
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
And people fear she's running still...
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess,
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best...

And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line,
Oh Lord, you've got to win..."

What is a youth...

Paul Dubois: Chanteur Florentin

What is a youth? Impetuous fire. 

What is a maid? Ice and desire. 

The world wags on. 

A rose will bloom 

It then will fade 

So does a youth. 

So do-o-o-oes the fairest maid. 

Comes a time when one sweet smile 

Has its season for a while...Then love's in love with me. 

Some they think only to marry, Others will tease and tarry, 

Mine is the very best parry. Cupid he rules us all. 

Caper the cape, but sing me the song, 

Death will come soon to hush us along. 

Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall. 

Love is a task and it never will pall. 

Sweeter than honey...and bitter as gall 

Cupid he rules us all

Metamorphose

Being in France (Annecy) right now I found this suitable to post... :-)

The Journey...

... begins tomorrow....

Have a nice vacation!

Up the heads!

Jean Baptiste Édouard Detaille : Up the heads!

Gloria!

Well now

She don't need to see the sun ahead

Don't need that help from God above

If you're losing her don't be sad

Cause she will offer you heart attacks

She's tired of problems that you caused her mind

Tired of all those lies in your freak show

Tired of being alone at night

Being the lowest cat on earth

So Gloria steps out of the prison

Gloria's no longer the wasted disco girl

you've been dreaming about

Gloria alone now forever

Gloria away in the air now

Gloria she's no longer your slave, noo

Ooh ooh ooh

It's time for you to see yourself

All the misery you brought up

Gloria's one day ahead

Watching you from the heaven's gate

She's tired of problems that you caused her mind

Tired of all those lies in your freak show

Tired of being alone at night

Being the lowest cat on earth

So Gloria steps out of the prison

Gloria's no longer the wasted disco girl

you've been dreaming about

2x

Gloria alone now forever

Gloria away in the air now

Gloria she's no longer your slave

She's no, no longer your slave

No, no, not anymore

She's no, no longer your slave

No, no, not anymore

She's no, no longer your slave

No, no, not anymore

So Gloria steps out of the prison

Gloria's no longer the wasted disco girl

you've been dreaming about

Gloria alone now forever

Gloria away in the air now

Gloria she's no longer your slave

No, not anymore

No, no, no, not anymore

No, no

Out of my control...

John Collier: Reclining Woman

The empty conversation

The coldness of your touch

The moments of frustration

That always hurt so much

The look in your eyes that seems to say

Nothing’s ever enough

Well it seems like I’ve tried every way

To give you all my love 

But it’s out of my control

It’s all up to you

Yes, it’s out of my control

What you gonna do

Everything I say, everything I do

Never seems to satisfy you

So I’ll say it again, I’m gonna let you go

It’s up to you

‘Cause it’s out of my control

I’ve felt this strange resistance

To the things I’ve said and done

And I’ve tried to keep my distance

I knew there was something wrong

But without communication

Without a message from your heart

There’s only empty expectation

And a love that’s torn apart

(Ken Hensley - Out of my control)

Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world

Jeanny, Jeanny...

[spoken] Newsflash, newsflash...

“Official government reports...” (all in English)

Jeanny, Jeanny...

Jeanny, come, come on

Stand up please

You're getting all wet

It's getting late, come

We must leave here

Out of the woods

Don't you understand?

Where is your shoe?

You lost it

When I had to show you the way

Which of us lost?

You, yourself?

I, myself?

Or... we ourselves?

Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams

Jeanny, life is not what it seems

Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world

There's someone who needs you

Jeanny quit livin' on dreams

Jeanny, life is not what it seems

You're lost in the night

Don't wanna struggle and fight

There's someone who needs you

It's cold

We must leave here

Come

Your lipstick is smeared

You bought it and

And I saw it

Too much red on your lips

And you said, “Leave me alone”

But I saw right through you

Eyes say more than words

You need me, don't you, hmmmh?

Everyone knows, that we're together

From today,

Now I can hear them, they are coming!

They're coming!

They are coming to get you.

They won't find you.

Nobody will find you!

You're with me.

Jeanny quit livin' on dreams...

[spoken] Newsflash:

In the last months the number of missing persons has dramatically increased. The latest account from the local police reports another tragic case. It is a matter of a nineteen year old girl who was last seen two weeks ago. The police have not excluded the possiblity that a crime has been committed.

Jeanny...

Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams...

Angtoria

Frank Frazetta: Seven Romans

Fire and ice

Frank Frazetta: Fire & Ice

Ήτανε μια φορά.... ο Διγενής

(Byzantine Knight)

Κωστής Παλαμάς - Ο Διγενής κι ο Χάροντας

Καβάλα πάει ο Χάροντας τον Διγενή στον Άδη,

κι άλλους μαζί... Κλαίει δέρνεται τ' ανθρώπινο κοπάδι.

Και τους κρατεί στου αλόγου του δεμένους τα καπούλια,

της λεβεντιάς τον άνεμο, της ομορφιάς την πούλια.

Και σα να μη τον πάτησε του Χάρου το ποδάρι,

ο Ακρίτας μόνο ατάραχα κοιτάει τον καβαλάρη,

«Ο Ακρίτας είμαι, Χάροντα δεν περνώ με τα χρόνια.

Μ' άγγιξες και δε μ' ένοιωσες στα μαρμαρένια αλώνια;

Εγώ είμαι η ακατάλυτη ψυχή των Σαλαμίνων,

στην Εφτάλοφην έφερα το σπαθί των Ελλήνων.

Δε χάνομαι στα Τάρταρα, μονάχα ξαποσταίνω,

στη ζωή ξαναφαίνομαι και λαούς ανασταίνω!».

I don't wanna wait

I dont wanna wait until tomorrow

I don't wanna wait another day

I don't wanna live with all this sorrow

I'll just have to find another way

Seeing as how you've kept me

Hanging around for all this time

Playing with my mind and leaving

All our love behind

But it's time for a decision

Should I stay or should I go

I need our love to grow

But there's so much I wanna know

'Cause in my heart and in my head

Are thoughts of how it just to be

But a world of memories

Is only emptiness to me

And it's not a false illusion

I can see what's going on

If the magic's really gone

Then this is not where I belong

And I ask myself the questions

That confusion seems to bring

While the answers stay so thin

Upon the ground where I begin

Wheels of fire

P.S. I had to add the girls, to complete the archetypal wheels picture...

Icarus dream

Frank Frazetta: Icarus

(Y.J. Malmsteen: Icarus dream suite)

Paul Ambroise Stoldtz: Icarus Falling