C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble....

My Dear Silent Man,

The moon is ready to transform into sun where you are.Tuesday, October 26th 10pm

I am at Anyway Cafe celebrating and although there is harmony in the air, your absence is keeping me awake from this dream. Who Am I to think that the dream will remain if you are not here with me?

I wonder, can you hear the music?

You see, I did not forget the song you sang to me

E la mer efface sur le sable

Les pas des amants de Julie

Have I told you that LOVE IS FOREVER?

Yes, Forever, there is a love that is forever and that is my love for the friends of Finding Eidothea and for you my dear.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a la pelle

You are not in this room now. The night is taking with her the last memory of you.

And I need you.

Who is going to appear now to keep me in sanity in these lonely nights far away from the good and evil of the Journey?

Yes, she will appear now.

The Sea Nymph will appear. Her steps are near

- Garia August

You are Invited, Save the Date

You are All Invited:

FindingEidothea Blogspot: 1st Year Anniversary Celebration

Tuesday October 26TH

@ Anyway Cafe: 34 East 2nd Street

From 9pm till /// dawn

(we should celebrate the Greek way)

At the Piano: Roman Ivanoff

Special Guests: Blue Velvet & Eidothea

- FINDING EIDOTHEA BLOG: WE ARE 1 YEAR OLD

Next Tuesday, October 26th 2011 is the

1st YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF FINDING EIDOTHEA BLOGSPOT

I have been thinking how to thank you all for your support and for believing in Maria Garozi, Garia August, Eidothea, D.X.G and our stories.

When I started this blog, I was hesitant about my writings and about sharing my thoughts openly. Part of the fear had to do with the fact that English is my second language.

I remember my mentor saying:

"why do you worry so much about making your life public?"

"You will just have thoughts seating there on a page. Besides, they dont need to make sense. You dont make sense either with your many You's so dont be afraid"

I also remember my Father sending me an email one day after the first month the blog was publicized:"Twra zoume ston asterismo ths Eidotheas kai tou Finding Eidothea blog. Mas leipeis alla to blog mas krata konta sou."

And then I remember, one of the first most motivating moments. It was when signing in the blog one afternoon to write a post, I realized that Gerry Boyd was my first follower. He made me believe in me. We were three reading the blog at that afternoon; My Father, Gerry and Garia who was posting again a crazy love story.

Almost a year later, because of all of you who like, follow and comment on the blog, Finding Eidothea has 26 Followers, 2,220 Visitors, many friends in fb and many more unknown friends who check our writings sporadically.

Because of You, my heteronyms have a community! And I never feel lonely in this country anymore.

This is why I feel we need to celebrate together with a special Finding Eidothea Vodka Infusion drink!!!

Stop by Anyway Cafe this coming Tuesday for a drink...

I will definitely be there and Garia is definitely paying the bill :-)

Hope you join us

- Maria Garozi

Comme J'ai Mal

Mathilde,

The sun is rising in my heart now.

It is Tuesday October 20th, 2:20am.

I am still in New York. No sign of Lourelien for almost a year.And you my love? Where are you? I often recall the time we spent together. The room has still your perfume. Some nights. Other nights I get mad with both of you that you left me alone and I dont even walk in the room.

Comme J'ai Mal sans...

Last night I finally had an adventure. I liked it. It didn't feel as if it came out of need or anger or loneliness. It came out of pure desire for another flesh. another heart. another breath.

It was not your breath that I felt by my side last night.

Do you understand my love? It was not your breath..

Madame G doesn't like that I hang staff allover the place. She says that I am keeping the memories alive and that sometimes memories need to stay in the past.

You have to stay in the past now.

Till you appear again that is.

Love pour toujours,

Sandrine X.

- The multiple "You" and "I"

with C.N. and S.R and our multiple "I"s /// New York 2010

there are moments with friends that we value as moments of true joy,moments that we are our true self;

We look closely at the photo of that moment

and then we realize that our true self is multi dimensional.We can never be our One true self because the various parts of the self are all present at once always. One that wants to be mysterious and distant, one that wants to show a smile, one that wants to have fun,

one that wants to simply scream of happiness.

Its all about admitting that our multiple "I"s are always present without having to see the photo to realize it.

Have you ever tried to get to know your own multiple "You"s?

A lettre to a lover or a friend?

Upper East Side, New york 2010

Mon cher A.D.,

It is a Tuesday. I am at Anyway cafe with Blue Velvet having a special mango vodka drink. I can feel the drug touching my body slowly. The drug is going down. Every sip is a new burning itch inside me.

It is the same burning itch that our kiss left in my thoughts the other night. But those burning thoughts faded away fast.

Today Garia announced to my mentor that she cant write. That she is not inspired anymore. That she needs a love reaction to support her being at this sensitive period of her creative paths. She is not Inspired. She is NOT.She was mad. Mad from her own self. Mad with her own self.

"You have help arriving tomorrow" my mentor replied, referring to Mother's arrival. "And you have this friend of whom you talk often, Blue Velvet" he added. You have the right support to be inspired. The one you really need.

Maybe he is right.

I am sending you a photo I took of Blue Velvet a la maison cooking. She is a soprano, but I call her a tenor. She has a unique voice and she takes good care of us. Especially of Garia.

Goodbye Never lover ever friend

- Simple Man. // Silent Man -

At some point of my life in New York, I happened to wonder what in life is forever. Does anything last forever? We don't even last forever...our mortal side at least... So I spent a whole day last year asking all those who I knew what was for them Forever.

My manager said "Nothing is Forever"

A friend asked me back "But isn't our friendship forever?"

and then at the end of the day I passed by the house of the 80 year old Silent Man, Antonio, on 7th Street who I realized is a Simple Man same like the other two.

80 year old Silent Man Antonio. East village, 2010

I looked at him carefully

his eyes with dry tears same as the ones he trained me to have

"Antonio, let me ask you this. What is forever?"

He paused. He knew I was making decisions. He knew I was changing.

He knew my question was more deep than its sound.

Few minutes later he replied:

"hold on. I will tell you what is Forever. THE BEGINNING IS FOREVER"

And then a memory appeared. The memory of the boy standing on 9th street. He is wearing his used green pants. He is fixing his light blue shirt and his hair while waiting for me to go meet him for the first time. I see him from across the street. He looks funny but sweet. He doesn't look forever from far away and thats why I could never believe that his love could be forever. But that beginning was forever.

"Yes, the beginning is forever", I replied to Antonio with a smile.

What is forever to you?