A Poem about dreams sent in by Emmanouil

He never enjoyed the sun
and lives with the remainings of a lousy poem
the morning he is hung over
a wave woke him up

The windows are covered with posters
not only hiding the light
because he desired an ocean
reaching a stairway

He marks the wall with his pen
counting how low he can go
but every night in his sleep
he is high over that wall

He is dreaming his trip
that he enters old photographs
he knows he would do the same
but there is no sense
having the same dream every day

This poem is translated from Greek by Emmanouil
Original poet is Odiseas Yoannou

A dream sent in by Emmanouil

I love the wedding song from the black tie white noise album. Well I just have this dream having David playing on his saxophone the wedding song for me and my dream wife in a small exotic church on one of the Greek islands.

If you are too jealous you can be my guests in the wedding. If you are more than jealous and love my idea too much you can be my wife, lol.

Time to wake up.

Thanks Emmanouil - love it!

A Story from Linda

I couldn't believe it when I read that you were at Maine Road for the Glass Spider Tour.... it was my second gig but hubbies first aswell.

What a day that was, totally unforgettable as J, my hubby, decided that he felt faint 2 minutes before The Great Mr B was due to take the stage.... where were we... right at the front. LOL. We had to leave the prime site to go and get water and fresh air. He told me to stay where I was but my fear of getting lost was greater than seeing David so close.

I will never forget my first concert "Serious Moonlight" at Murrayfield..... just like you, there he was only feet away and the charisma, personality just hit like a thunderbolt. The feeling has never left.