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Τρίτη, 29 Νοεμβρίου 2016

A fairy tale in verses about Harry the bunny at Christmas.

A fairy tale in verses about Harry the bunny at Christmas.


Harry the bunny was always in a hurry, 
And could ever be happier 
When jumping in  the  fields
Among the tall trees
And snowy peaks.
For, it was a happy bunny
Living in a forest in the north
Where the hare is white
And polar bear  is not far in sight.
His family was big
And all of them 
Were preparing for Christmas
To welcome Santa Claus
To station for the night,
Before starting his journey
To bring presents and joy alike.
No one would ever notice
That he is missing
Or so he thought,
Cause everyone was busy
He would play in the forest alone.
But a canny fox

-White as well and must
At this part of the world
As we said before, it is really cold,-
Went close and said
“ Why don’t we hide and steal
Some of reindeer’s hay
To make a warm our own little home
Who would ever know?
Who would ever tell
That a little hay is missing
And the reindeer would not have 
So much strength?
Santa may not manage to take
The presents to  every kid,
But why would ever care
What happens to the other side of land
Where the sun is hot
And this must be enough?

Harry run around once more
And thought it for a while
Then run as a bolt of lightning
Back home
Followed close by the canny fox,
Out of breath reached his dad,
“ hide the hay” yelled and jumped
On the first stuck of hay
Which was ready to be fed to the
Stock.

Santa laughed and rose his hand
“Let the fox come near,
I will give her a present too
I have it here, for her, a special treat.
Look! A warm little warm home.”
The fox looked puzzled and looked in disbelieve
But Santa told her calmly
“Sometimes you just have to ask,
When the days are ready
They deliver what they must.”
Harry was most happy
And  ran around once more,
As the reindeer rose up in the sky
He paid a visit 
To the fox’s brand new home.


Κυριακή, 14 Φεβρουαρίου 2016

"The girl who was crying a lot"

Jenny  was crying her heart out  dogging her head deep into her shoulders which were shuddering  by an emotional wave .
Her light blue almond eyes couldn’t stop generating   tears while deep sighs followed every now and then from the depths of her soul.
She was sitting all alone, under her favourite   lemon tree, a little further from her  home where the rest of her family were  still having lunch.
After she had cried for quite some time, she felt much better and looked around through the wetness of her eyes. She saw the sun up in the sky, she saw the sea sparkling  a few meters away, she saw the seagulls having a parade on the banks of the little stream which was flowing into the sea, and a couple of  elegant swans  floating  idly away.

Jenny  was just 10 , but as long as she could remember herself, she cried for every possible reason.  She cried, for example, because her mum had told her off, because her brother had teased her , because her father had forgotten to kiss her goodnight, or because her best friend went to play with other children. That particular noon, she cried because her teacher had told her that she had to try more and study harder. That was a huge offense for her little heart and felt embarrassed  and unhappy. However, after crying for almost half an hour, she still couldn’t decide if she was crying because she felt offended or because she didn’t have the slightest intention to try more and become a better student.
At last, she went back home and sat at the table with her family. They were all talking and laughing at the same time and she got confused! “ What is going on?” she thought. “ What have I missed?”  She was ready to start crying again when her father showed  her an ad  in the newspaper. “Look Jenny! This  mostly interests you! “

So Jenny started reading the ad which was  about a CRY DOCTOR!
A cry doctor , the paper said, is for the children who cry for no reason. Specifically it was like this.
“Do your children cry for no obvious reason? Do they cry every two or so minutes and you have never guessed why? Does this  hinder his or her everyday school and family life?
If this is the case do not hesitate to call NOW !   tel. 699000999.”
Her father had already held out to his phone  while the others were excitedly waiting  for the call. Jenny was astound and she even had forgotten her mouth open.
She listened to  her father talking to the doctor and inviting him to stay for a while with them at the guest room! Obviously the doctor had accepted his invitation because her father said “All set! He will be here  at nine. Maria, we have a guest!”
Her mother still half laughing started moving around, tidying and cleaning ,throwing glances at  her and telling her every now and then “Lucky you!”
It was too much for her.” This would be too much for any child”, she thought. She started weeping again sitting once again under her lemon tree.
“A total stranger in our house. A total stranger because of me and nobody seems to be a little bit upset! How strange!”
It seemed so strange,so strange indeed , Jenny  lost 3 sighs in the row .
Her brother Phil, a 12 year old handsome blond boy, called her in the house as the time had passed and she had to do her homework for the next day.
Jenny dragged her feet  home, but as soon as she realized that it  was Tuesday which was the worst day of the week loaded with maths and the  difficult history,- which she hadn’t studied yet-, she felt once more a wave of tears coming up from the back of her head.
From her window she had the view of the sea which started to look gray under the afternoon  dim sun
-  the same gray felt inside her heart - after so much crying  and homework and a strange stranger doctor, just for her in her own home.
She tried hard to concentrate on her homework and the time flew as the swans flew over the sea.
The ring of the door bell came as thunder to her ears and she collected that the doctor was probably standing at their porch. She listened to her mother calling her with a reassuring voice and Jenny went to meet her fate.
There he stood ,in front of her a smiling young man in his 30s.
“ Hello!” he said. “ You  must be Jenny. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, I am sir” she replied timidly, and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Don’t be afraid young miss! I am  only  here to help you”
His voice was gentle, his eyes tender, and her by standing parents full of confidence. So she decided to be more positive about the whole idea and collaborate with him.
“So, Jenny, the treatment is simple and without any medicine. We will start just now and we will work together for  the next  two days. I  want to ask you something first. How many times have you cried today?”
Jenny started  counting with her fingers and to her amazement she discovered that both hands weren’t enough to finish counting.
“That many! “ said the doctor. “So for today you have to find out ,if it is possible, how often you cry in a day. Have a good night and I will see you in the morning”.
The doctor,- his name was Sam-,  had a long long discussion till very late at night with her parents about her and her habits. Her character and her relationship with family and friends. She couldn’t hear very well what they were saying, just a few words, her name now and then, but what she heard and she was very sure about it, it was something about onions.
‘ What do onions have to do with her case?” Then she fell asleep and dreamed of endless onion fields and herself watering them with her own tears.
In the morning she woke surprisingly happy. She felt secure and light as a feather.
Nobody had blamed her of anything, everybody was calm and smiling and she was ready to go to school to face the maths monster and the nightmare history. She went on foot , while her brother rode his bike. Her dad, mum and Sam were talking like old friends at the kitchen table and waved her goodbye through the open window.
The good mood didn’t last for long that morning, as the teacher started attacking them with questions that she couldn’t answer, but she didn’t cry as no question was for her. Something was going on because she was more sweet with her than usual and she was looking at her as if she knew. By the end of the day Jenny was certain that her teacher knew, as it was the first time after a long  time that she didn’t cry in the classroom. She was so happy about it that she didn’t even cry when her best friend didn’t invite her to play hide and seek. She felt a little upset of course, and she felt like crying, but she didn’t.  Jenny was sure that  night she could be able to count with the fingers of her one hand the times she might have shed tears by bed time.
At home she told everything to Sam and her mum, and after her lunch she started searching for her old favourite  trainers to go to the beach to find some shells .  She couldn’t find them anywhere, so she started crying again, a quiet, on going sobbing 
“Come here Jenny, come to the sink!” her mother told her  firmly . No sooner had she approached the sink than her mum gave her a knife and a few onions  urging  her to start peeling them.
‘ But I can’t!” she mumbled.”.I  am crying!” “ You will have a good reason to cry then!” her mother told her still smiling . Jenny felt  deeply insulted but she didn’t dare to resist since Sam was watching closely and her mother didn’t seem willing to show any sympathy to her ordeal.
“How cruel can the adults be!” Jenny  thought as she was trying to distinguish  which tear was coming from her new misery and which from the onions.
“ So Jenny, this is part of the treatment. Whenever you cry  for something so simple, you will peel some onions to give a good excuse for your tears. I have suggested to your mother that you should take some with you at school! Wouldn’t that be great! “
Jenny felt furious!  What has just happened!  Where is her  softly- pleading mother begging her to stop crying? Where is the attention and the questions about her feelings ? Sam had only been with them for half a day, but he had  transformed Mrs Kay  into  a kinder teacher and her mum  tougher ?

That was such  a strong shock  that it made her stop crying and started thinking about where her trainers might be. Finally she remembered putting them in a box under her bed and after she had finished peeling the onions , she ran to put them on, and then she   went to play and find shells.
That night she had a lot to think about, and the next morning  she woke up even better the previous one.
By the third, a lot had  changed and Jenny felt emotionally stronger, not to mention a much better onion peeler!
When they waved Sam goodbye , she smiled at him with all the warmth of her heart, and she knew that she owed it  to him that she had now more friends at school and that her best friend didn’t neclect to call her to play during breaks.
The lemon tree stopped  being her favourite hiding place and she knew that she could also be a much better student.



Strategies for handling the urge to cry

Here are some general strategies that you may want to share with your child for when he or she feels like crying in public. 
-  Breathe deeply. Slow, deep breaths can be very calming. Help your child practice breathing slowly and quietly, in through the nose, out through the mouth. 
- Count. Silently counting floor tiles, reciting even numbers, or doing mental math facts can be a good distraction to help your child get back on even keel. 
- Take a break. Sometimes the best way to regain self-control is to step away from the situation. Your child could go to the bathroom or get a drink of water. 
- Self-comfort. Tell your child to cross arms and give him- or herself a subtle little hug while thinking a comforting thought such as, “I’ll be okay,” “I can get through this,” or “Pretty soon I’ll be home and can tell Mom or Dad about this.” 


Παρασκευή, 15 Ιανουαρίου 2016

A NEW GENESIS


Once upon a time, in a far place,nestled in a nook of a sleepy mountain in the never forgotten land, lived an elf,as thousands of others. It was not a troll or an Irish elf. It couldn’t think or believe in anything. It didn't believe in the Sun or God. Whenever it needed help, it didn’t go to any kind of church, and there wasn’t any sacred place with an altar to pray.

Τρίτη, 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2015

Tom's the bunny unpredictable trip .A fairy tale for small children.


“Come here Tom! Come here at once!”
Shouted his mother angrily as the little bunny was hopping and scattering around a small  landfill which happened to be exactly where used to be – just a week ago- the greenest the freshest the thickest grass ever , for play and food.
Tom was perplexed and very very  confused at the same time , trying to figure out what  had happened and his favorite spot was vanished under all this  horrible nasty itchy bitchy rubbish which looked, smelled and felt so, but so bad.

Mrs Bunny was very disappointed too and very afraid of Tom who continued running around discovering this new smelly and untidy world.
His father Jim, and his siblings had stayed back home to prepare everything for the new Year Eve, and the day excursion was  a special treat for everyone , as when Tom was at home, there was no change of doing anything else than taking care of him . Not to smash, not to throw, not to climb not to fall, not to eat what he should nοt and to shallow what he ought to.

Δευτέρα, 28 Δεκεμβρίου 2015

A fairy tale in verses about Harry the bunny at Christmas.


Harry the bunny was always in a hurry,
And could ever be happier
When jumping in  the  fields
Among the tall trees
And snowy peaks.
For, it was a happy bunny
Living in a forest in the north
Where the hare is white
And polar bear  is not far in sight.
His family was big
And all of them
Were preparing for Christmas
To welcome Santa Claus
To station for the night,
Before starting his journey
To bring presents and joy alike.
No one would ever notice
That he is missing
Or so he thought,
Cause everyone was busy
He would play in the forest alone.
But a canny fox

-White as well and must
At this part of the world
As we said before, it is really cold,-
Went close and said
“ Why don’t we hide and steal
Some of reindeer’s hay
To make a warm our own little home
Who would ever know?
Who would ever tell
That a little hay is missing
And the reindeer would not have
So much strength?
Santa may not manage to take
The presents to  every kid,
But why would ever care
What happens to the other side of land
Where the sun is hot
And this must be enough?

Harry run around once more
And thought it for a while
Then run as a bolt of lightning
Back home
Followed close by the canny fox,
Out of breath reached his dad,
“ hide the hay” yelled and jumped
On the first stuck of hay
Which was ready to be fed to the
Stock.

Santa laughed and rose his hand
“Let the fox come near,
I will give her a present too
I have it here, for her, a special treat.
Look! A warm little warm home.”
The fox looked puzzled and looked in disbelieve
But Santa told her calmly
“Sometimes you just have to ask,
When the days are ready
They deliver what they must.”
Harry was most happy
And  ran around once more,
As the reindeer rose up in the sky
He paid a visit
To the fox’s brand new home.




Τρίτη, 28 Απριλίου 2015

LYRICS SEASONS

LYRICS
SEASONS


Welcome
Welcome welcome
Welcome to our celebration
It’s our manifestation
It’s not a demonstration
Just a clarification
Of what is what.
Welcome welcome
Welcome to our crowd
Laugh out loud
Join in the songs and clap
As much as you can.
Welcome welcome
Welcome to our celebration
Have no hesitation
Be a child in anticipation
It’s just a justification
That we still can have fun.



The buckets.       SUMMER
A bucket can be full of flowers or soil
A bucket can be full  of water or oil
A bucket can be full of dolls or toys
A bucket can be full of sand and shells
A bucket can be full of grains or fruit
A bucket can be full of trash ready to be flashed!
We grab our little buckets and head for the beach.
We are the masters of the sea and sand
 and we play under the sun,
till night falls and we see no more our kingdom and castles .
We swim and dive, we laugh and we even cry.
We meet our friends and run on the wet sand,
we find shells and small crabs.
We fill our little buckets with tiny fish 
and we make rings out of brown weeds.
I am a small kid, and life is a long way in front of me.
I  find my way back home, and there in safety ,
I know where I belong.
My mum kisses me good night
 and I know that I will sleep tight.
In my dreams , I live my summer day.
I am an adventurous sailor, a brave lad,
 or a mermaid in a far away land,
 and when a new day  comes bright,
I leave that day behind, and the new one, awaits to be just fine.



When  the moon wants to cry….  WINTER
When the moon wants to cry, is it because a child
 loses his dream of a better life.
 He looks up in the dark sky
 and he sees no hope
in the deepest night.
His heart sinks in the wet meadows of despair 
 and a sign of hope is nowhere.
Then the moon shines bright and cries 
tears of gold and silver
fall in the sea.
On the trees and their leaves
on the land and the people.
Its beauty reaches the child and fills his heart
 -warmth  from above-
He  dreams no more  bad dreams
 and our world seems as a nice place to live.
Come moon  and take my sorrow
Come moon and tell me what you think
I am just a child who  searches for  tomorrow
I am just a person who needs to believe.
Come moon  and give me your light
A wreath of  wisdom and good will,
Let it there, in a corner of the sky
To show me always that you exist.

WINTER
In Winter
the main thing I have to do
is to go to school
do my homework
go to bed early
and eat my food.
I like Winter food,
in fact
I am mad about stews.
They are tasty and so yummy
so I get on some weight
especially thanks
to my granny.
In Winter
I always have something to expect
either it is Christmas
-the Carnival-
or even visit some friends.
I like Winter
with all this cold
the rain the hail the snow
and the lot.
You see,
I am out of home
most of the day
and I go to school
where I play.
As I said,
I always have something to do.
My mum says,
" Do you need any help?"
or
"Haven't you finished yet?"
and rushes around my desk.
My teachers always want
something more from me
and I really want to please them all
but I don't seem to succeed.
Winter comes
with wishes,presents
holidays and fun.
Winter is my favourite season
-Don't laugh!-
I like Winter
as my hands are  full,
I only wish, I had some more time
to watch  my favourite cartoon.
Annie Tomorrow  - Annie’s instrumental and lyrics
The sun’ll come out / tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow there’ll be sun
Just thinking about /Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs
And the sorrow
Till there’s none.
When I’m stuck a day/And lonely
I just stick out my chin /And grin
And say OHHH
The sun’ll come out /Tomorrow
So you gotta hang on/Till tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!/You ‘re always /A dayAway!
SPRING
3..It’s a small world ( it’s a  small world music)
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small small world.
It’s a world of laugher and a world of tears
It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears
There’s so much that we share
That is time we’re aware
It’s a small world after all.
There is just one moon
And the golden Sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide
And the Oceans /Are wide
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small small world.


ΤΗΕ ΤΙΜΕ
There is time to play
Time to rest
Time to remember
time to forget.
There is always so little time!
There is time to eat
time to work
Time to feel
time to stop and think
There’s so much time!
There are moments, hours and days
There are weeks, seasons and years
We are born and may suffer in tears.
There is so much time!
There is so little time!
There is no time to be mean
To hurt people whoever they are! 
Whatever they believe.!
There is no time to live in the dark,
to let negative thinking drift us apart.
There is time to learn
time to teach
There is time for families
time for friends.
There is even time 
   for driving tests.
There is no time to waste
  no time to lose.
It’s a one way ticket
 and it’s only for you.!
There is so much time
There is so little time!

AUTUMN
Rainy days come again
With drops of rain
On my forehead.
The wind plays  music
In the streets
And our mood really swings.
Rainy days,
Autumn comes and lies to me
Of happy days and a bright Sun
Show me more of golden leaves
And I’ll show you back
Some bare twigs.
Autumn plays tunes
Of everlasting love,
And writes  songs
of broken hearts.
Rainy days come again
With drops of rain
On my forehead.


SPRING

When it is Spring
and the days are long
look at the sky!
People gaze at a heavenly sea
where eager birds fly.

Bees buzz
and flowers ask
in wonder:
"How come life begins
without instructions
in a folder?!
When Spring has set in
swallows come
and fill our heart with joy.
This is a time that everyone enjoys.

LIES
Lies lies lies
We tell lies and hide the truth
We say half of what we know
Even if we are ready to explode
We have to keep our mouths shut
-How about that!-
They speak about revolution
But it’s only an illusion
Since they don’t tell  the whole truth
To voters in dissolution
So, what’s the bottom line conclusion?
They pretend  that they really care
But they only balance
Profits and their career
Everything runs smoothly
As long as the job is done
And money shared.
From the bottom to the top
They meet your eyes
And promise you the World.
You can’t see that’s  deception
but it's a downright shitty situation.