City Jane (2022) by Alkistis Voulgari  Hi, this is City Jane Don't put me in a frame I go insane I've spent years walking on this concrete land Playing music in my mind in a fantasy band You see, some prophets say "Once you feel real love, you don't have to pray anymore" So, what the f* is going on? I've spent my whole life against my nature? C' mon! I'm wild, I'm alive, I'm still burning inside I'm not your concrete girl I'm not your photo to sell I want to dream I want to scream I want the self and the (e)steem City bells city mud City lights city trust I am here and I'm no more sad This game is mine Prime day prime time I'll live and I'll give all of my soul in the gig I'll dance I'll crash I'll vomit all your trash Jungle is the City City is the Jungle Thanks for knowing how to handle! Now I'm free from you You cannot cut me in two My Tarzan waits out of your land To dance, to play, to make love on the sand 

© Alkistis Voulgari 2022

Narration, writing, photography, editing : Alkistis Voulgari

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Thoughts and philosophy while sitting and watching the sunset at the Muses' hill in Acropolis area. 💮

A winter '21 episode from Vinyl Radio.

With love🐧

Conceptual Poetry by Alkistis Voulgari©/ Lyrics : I was walking in the center of the city yesterday Outside of the Central Bank, with the guards and the gentlemen in fine costumes there was a man searching in the garbage He was barefoot He was speaking to himself He was young I passed on by like everybody did… I passed on by with my head down The two aspects of this world acting together on a single little road The ones who have… The bodyguards of the ones who have… and the ones who… - see, the pen stopped writing Who really has and who doesn’t?... The men in costumes And the invisible men who have the things that the men in costumes guard so well – yes, they have money But do they have anything else? The Barefoot Man who seeks in the garbage speaking to himself has definitely a good story to tell If God was a director would choose to make a film of the life of the barefoot Man The barefoot Man’s life would sell more tickets at the cinema! Who has and who doesn’t?... Outside the Central Bank In the center of the city The men in costumes laugh ironically While a barefoot, desperate man is searching in the garbage I pass on by like everybody else… With my head down. Link : https://vimeo.com/556363332 Password : Monologue33c Film freeway: https://filmfreeway.com/Monologues601