So, i finally got to print my first screen posters, great times!
"People Laughing" poster, representing a poem-illustration by George Makris (R.I.P), hand printed with silver inks on thick cardboard black paper (46x25cm) from the talented guys from Last Rizla on their workshop in Ermoupolis-Syros island, Fuzz Ink. They did an awesome work and i'm so thankfull so, CHEERS to them!
The poster is out for non-profit sale (near cost) at the price of 5 euros, limited to 60 pcs.
It will be available in local underground live events dressed in protective nylon cover and through the net with Paypal, posted in protective cardboard packaging. More info on shipping cost will be posted here soon, so just mail me at admczeroseven@yahoo.com if you want to know more details about the cost for your region, and my paypal account.
Shipping cost : Greece/2,50e - Europe/3,70e.
Cheers!
ΕΜΕΙΣ ΟΙ ΛΙΓΟΙ
Είμαστε εμείς οι ονειροπαρμένοι τρελλοί της γης
με τη φλογισμένη καρδιά και τα έξαλλα μάτια.
Είμαστε οι αλύτρωτοι στοχαστές και οι τραγικοί ερωτευμένοι.
Χίλιοι ήλιοι κυλούνε μες στο αίμα μας
κι ολούθε μας κυνηγά το όραμα του απείρου.
Η φόρμα δεν μπορεί να μας δαμάσει.
Εμείς ερωτευθήκαμε την ουσία του είναι μας
και σ’ όλους μας τους έρωτες αυτήν αγαπούμε.
Είμαστε οι μεγάλοι ενθουσιασμένοι κι οι μεγάλοι αρνητές.
Κλείνουμε μέσα μας τον κόσμο όλο και δεν είμαστε τίποτα απ’
αυτόν τον κόσμο
Οι μέρες μας είναι μια πυρκαγιά κι οι νύχτες μας ένα πέλαγο
Γύρω μας αντηχεί το γέλιο των ανθρώπων.
Είμαστε οι προάγγελοι του χάους.
EN
We, the few.
It's us, the insane romanticized of this earth
with our fiery hearts and frantic eyes.
We, the unredeemed thinkers and tragicly smitten with.
A thousand suns run into our veins
we, the always chased by the vision of the vast.
We, the non taken by formal controls.
The ones who fell in love with the essence of their being
and which in all of their loves, they still fall for.
We, the overlly excited and proudly refusing.
Holding the whole world inside us, and being nothing of it.
Daylight is our blaze and nightime is our sea.
Echoeing laughter, all around us.
We, the heralds of chaos.
EN
We, the few.
It's us, the insane romanticized of this earth
with our fiery hearts and frantic eyes.
We, the unredeemed thinkers and tragicly smitten with.
A thousand suns run into our veins
we, the always chased by the vision of the vast.
We, the non taken by formal controls.
The ones who fell in love with the essence of their being
and which in all of their loves, they still fall for.
We, the overlly excited and proudly refusing.
Holding the whole world inside us, and being nothing of it.
Daylight is our blaze and nightime is our sea.
Echoeing laughter, all around us.
We, the heralds of chaos.
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