the eighth... (the encore...)

She had very often a strange nightmare…

She was dreaming of a peaceful blue sea
somewhere in the Aegean…

She was in this beautiful small boat, gazing
the clear blue sky, feeling the morning breeze
and enjoying the warmth of the sun…

She was leaning towards the water and was
looking impatiently at the crystal beauty…

She was happy and alive…

And suddenly this friendly breeze was turning
to something different… a wild wind that
slapped her face and crossed the sea
taking everything away with it…

Πάντοτε ξυπνούσε λουσμένη στον ιδρώτα…
Πάντοτε ένιωθε την ανάσα της κομμένη
για τουλάχιστον δέκα λεπτά. Τα μάτια της
απορημένα έψαχναν στο μισοσκότεινο
δωμάτιο να βρουν την απάντηση…

Last night the nightmare came back…
But now, it was very strong…
The wind approached quietly, almost
teased her, before becoming forceful,
like a blizzard...

It stayed there, and punished her…
She begged, she cried...
The wind showed no merci…

She woke up in terror!
Heavy drops of sweat were crossing her forehead
and her body…
She felt nauseous…
She only had a few minutes to go out and
regurgitate…

He was so furious…
He was sure that she was regurgitating the same
things again and again...
But something inside him could not decide yet...

Ανάπνευσε βαθιά…
Ανοιξε τα μάτια της και αναζήτησε λαίμαργα
την αλήθεια…
Επρεπε να διαλέξει…
Ο σκοτεινός κόσμος που την καλούσε να βυθιστεί
στα έγκατα του από τη μια και η αντίληψη μιας
υπέροχης συντροφιάς από την άλλη…

She knew she could never free herself
from this magic spell...
She just turned, opened the secret door
and entered the dark world...
It was “apocalyptic”...