My other half …

One real lady …

 

Haris Alexiou - image courtesy of http://www.greeksongs-greekmusic.com

Haris Alexiou -“(Χάρις Αλεξίου) (born 27 December 1950) is a Greek singer. She is considered on of the most popular singers in Greece and has been commercially successful since the 1970s. She has worked with important Greek songwriters and composers, has performed at top musical theatres all over the world and has received several awards. She has recorded over thirty albums and has been featured on albums of other musicians. According to the Greek discography researcher Petros Dragoumanos (2009), Alexiou holds the no 1 female ranking and totally the no 3 ranking, concerning the sales of the personal albums certified Gold or Platinum in Greek discography since 1970, behind the male singers George Dalaras and Yiannis Parios. Eight of her personal albums released between 1977 and 2003 have surpassed 100,000 sales, the only Greek female singer to do so. The fact that most of the above mentioned albums have been of a different music style, produced with different composers and released between constant time periods demonstrates her unique and indisputable figure in contemporary Greek music. She has lived in Athens since 1958, when she and her family moved there from Thebes. Her grandmother’s family migrated in 1924 from Seydiköy, İzmir.

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Haris Alexiou is my favorite Greek, female singer and her song “Ο ανθρωπος μου” is a song I love very much.

“Ο ανθρωπος μου” literally translated means “My man”, but having in mind the context of the lyrics, to me it sounds better like “My other half”. To translate everyday, simple conversations from one language to another, usually it goes smoothly with me, but translating lyrics/ poems/, I think I need a special touch with the two languages. It’s challenging to keep the meaning and the words from one language and give the same drift to the other. So here is a kudos to all these people that do this kind of job for a living. I hope I’ve done a good translation. Enjoy the song, and if I ever manage to find words worth enough for the talent of this lovely lady, I might come up with a poem, but for now I’m speechless.

The only youtube video I could find was on Vevo,  and since is not allowed to be played on wordpress, you will need to press one more time to listen to the song. Thank you! If you can’t see the video in your country due to copyright issues, check this link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPXDGydDDT4&feature=related or the video link Amy included in her comment! Amy thanks for letting me know about this little problem!

 

 

Ο ανθρωπος μου – Χαρις Αλεξιου

Θα έρθει μια φορά, να νιώσω πως κι εγώ ανήκω κάπου.
Θα έρθει σαν το φώς, άνθρωπος καθαρός κι εγώ η σκιά του.
Να μου κρατάει σφιχτά, σφιχτά το χέρι,
και λόγια καθαρά μόνο να μου φέρει.

Να γνωρίσω έναν άνθρωπο που λέει “ναι” και το εννοεί.
Να γυρίζω το κεφάλι και να μένει το χαμόγελο του εκεί.
Θαν τα λόγια του χρυσάφι, θα χει λόγο, θα χει μπέσα.
Θα χαράζει θα νυχτώνει και θα πέφτω πάντα μέσα.
Με στα μάτια να τον βλέπω και να μένω ο εαυτός μου.
Να το λέω να το εννοώ, πως είναι αυτός ο Άνθρωπός μου.

Κι αν πέρασα πολλά, μόνο σε μια στιγμή να τα διαγράψω.
Μπορώ να του δοθώ, να του παραδοθώ κι ας ξανακλάψω.
Φτάνει για μια φορά αυτός να φέρει,
δύο λόγια καθαρά, στ άδειο μου  το χέρι.

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My man – Haris Alexiou

A time will come and I will feel that I belong somewhere.
He will come like a light, an honorable man, and I will be his shadow.
He will hold my hand tight
and bring me nothing, but honest words.

If I could meet a man who will say “yes” and will mean it.
Whose smile will remain there even if I turn my head away.
He will be the whisper of gold, he will have pride and honor
At sunrise and at sunset he will keep the side by me.
To look in his eyes and to remain myself.
To say and to believe he is my man.

I’ve suffered much, but I could erase it all in a moment.
I can surrender, even if I cry again
As long as there is a time when he will bring
Couple of honest words into my empty hand.

 

Jamie, the song is especially for you!

 

© 2011  Broken Sparkles


I’m in love with a fairytale

“I’m in love with a fairytale even though it hurts,
’cause I don’t care if I lose my mind, I’m already cursed …”

~Alexander Rybak

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flashback

reflections on paper over slick colors
only the date remains to cast the years gone
it’s hard to draw the memories blank
letting the warmth of one summer night crack

the melody of the violin has faded away
but the music of the day I still remember
adagio in the green of his eyes
rondo in my veins, prelude to our little utopia

he was swimming in glory over my conquered heart
i was soundless, drunk from the flames on his skin
he was in love with a fairytale
i’m still breathing the flashbacks of his smile

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Alexander Rybak - image courtesy Alexander Rybak Facebook page

Alexander Rybak was born in Minsk (Belarus) on 13th of May, 1986. He grew up at Nesodden, near the Norwegian capital Oslo. He plays violin and piano since he was five years old. He won the Eurovision Song Contest in 2009 with  his self composed song “Fairytale” – 387 points, setting up a new record for the contest.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles


One perfect name day

Today it was a lovely day! 25th of March is a national holiday in Greece – Independence day and in Bulgaria – it’s my name day! It was sunny, very sunny and I, like one summer girl, felt absolutely comfortable in my skin. I was out all day and I saw the parade for Independence day/ in 1832 Greece was finally recognized as independent nation, after being under Ottoman’s empire rule/. Young and old people were lined to watch the march of the army on the streets.

“Evzone soldier” by Blaga Todorova

“Cute, little evzone soldier” by Blaga Todorova

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The moment where the evzone soldiers/ elite, ceremonial units in the Greek army, guarding the Tomb of the Unknown soldier, the Hellenic Parliament and the President mansion/ passed by,  tapping on the asphalt with their heavy “tsarouchia”/ evzones shoes/ and the drums were playing army music, the clapping from the crowd was unbelievable, magical in a way. It’s been a while to see people gathering together in the center of Athens for something different than a strike or a protest. When the parade finished I had a coffee at my favorite coffee shop and then wandered around with friends to enjoy the beautiful day!

Sitting on the stairs of Akademias- The Academy

I had so many nice wishes for my name day, made my heart feeling good today! 25th of March in Bulgaria is called Благовещение /Blagoveshtenie/ and it’s one of the most beautiful Orthodox celebrations.  The legends say that on this day the sky opened and Gabriel came down to Earth to announce to Virgin Mary that she was chosen to give birth of God’s son.  This day is connected to the good, sweet news. My name Блага / Blaga/ means good, sweet. Today everyone named Blaga, Gabriel, Gabriella, Evangeline celebrate.

The old people say that you can predict the year ahead, based on how 25th of March was for each of us. My 25th of March was adorable, so I truly hope the days to come will be the same. The old traditions will make the women to clean the house early in the morning, to collect the garbage and to burn it. The flame of the fire is symbol that snakes/ evil/ won’t visit the household. It’s a day when the birds will bring the good news about the end of the winter.

“Spring colors” by Rumi Krasteva

Being in the spirit of a day where the good news are honored, I would like to dedicate today’s post to my friend Rumi, who has a birthday in exactly 30 minute from now. Rumi and I don’t know each other for a very long time, but the amount of sweetness and encouragement I get from her, it’s like we’ve been friends for all our lives. She is one of those people that will always find a positive word to help you forget any sad moment, and a smile to welcome every happiness together with you. It’s a shame this year I couldn’t go to Bulgaria like last year to celebrate our days together, but she was the first/ after mom :), mom is always before everyone/ to wish me happy name day and to send me sunshine and hope for a better tomorrow.

Happy Birthday my dear Rumi!

May the new moon sails with you to faraway lands of enchanting love and graceful moments of life.

Be always the way you are! Have a wonderful day tomorrow! I love you loads!

Rumi and I, last year 25-26 of March- Sofia, Bulgaria

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“… no man is useless while he has a friend.”
– Robert Louis Stevenson


© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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