The story I'm going to tell, is not my story.
It is the story of someone, who is telling a story which is very similar to his own.
The dream I will remember, won't be mine.
It's the dream of someone who remembers a dream, that is very similar to his own.
I think of stories I like to make stories.
To tell them. I know this must sound like the dream of little Iasonas. What will he be when he grows up.
When I wake up, it'll happen again.
It'll start all over...
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Αμνησια
"Τι ηθελα να κανω εχω ξεχασει
θα περιμενω, ωσπου να θυμηθω θα περιμενω"
Κατι συμβαινει. Ολη μερα σκεφτομαι το πιο ομορφο ποστ για σημερα.
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