The rehearsal of war is over, now we are dressed with the sound of the
wind, my brother. We are painted with the colors of the damned land and me
a frontline warrior on the call of rage, accompanied by the sorcerer’s
A small load for these heavy stepping feet, as a amulet an eye which will
find the lie and a holster thirsty for more blood. The end and our step is
heavier, this appearance overshadows even our tomb.
And all the evil of the world, really, is not enough to stop a body, ready
to die. And just when I thought that time is haunting me; I noticed I was
I was also in the night, you see, of the first time, when east, west,
south, and north met.
There where death sets an ambush from long before, it knows well and
wanders around those places. Like a knife, it cuts the tension that
exists, so intense and painful before the battle. You think that with
every breath you take in poison and every step you take seems a torture.
A heavy atmosphere, but I didn’t fear it, because I am for years its
heaviest piece. All this I see, do not cut me slack and for the battle I
put on the mask again.
I feel dark figures, have become my shadow, and from the north winds I
hear footsteps in my ears. Now in our passage our look shines and in our
view the fire brings our dreams to life.
Always at war and me an unnatural phenomenon, the unexpected of others
seems obvious to me, no one can understand my joy, because if the wankers
drown, I am in my waters.
Even if I have company, in the clash I am alone, a bad habit of mine to
always go first. With no protection, with every precaution, I have lived a
life in what others call a conflict.
Where are you heading, where, and what do you have on your mind, the
battle of the next eve is beginning, I will paint the colour of the sky
purple, so let me tell you what I have in mind.
Where are you looking, where, and you are lost elsewhere again, take
seriously all signs of the weather.
I took the tracks of a nearby path, and don’t be afraid I won’t get lost
THE BATTLE OF THE NEXT EVE HAS BEGUN
SOLIDARITY TO THE HOSTAGES OF WAR:
G.SKOULOUDIS, B.TSILIANIDIS, D.DIMTSIADIS, D.FESSAS, S.TZIFKAS.
TRIAL WEDNESDAY MARCH 21st 2012
Lupo del chaos
“Burn every political prospectevery alternative culture
discover your individual subversion
do not be advised by the codes of behaviour of those who define normality
Regain your individual autonomy as the starting point for the total
subversion of the existing society
Reverse the imprisoned reality which the media produce and let your
imagination dance free beyond taboo and inhibitions
Remember that the spectacle is decorated with bodies which sink the
reality under ghosts
Freezing the passion and life through prefabricated terror scenario which
just like gangrene spreads its death song
Do not get trapped within the mass alienation which is the spiritual
prison of capitalism and the state
For them to see it destroyed will not be happy image for them
Freedom demands the total destruction of authority
The destruction of their world which is built on the chains of sacrifice
and pain of thousands of people
For an insurrectional life and for a continuous attack on their castles”.
SOLIDARITY TO IMPRISONED ANARCHISTS
D.DIMTSIADIS, B.TSILIANIDIS, S.TZIFKAS, D.FESSAS, G.SKOULOUDIS.
Los piratas de nuestro barco-fantasma!