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...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Aισθανεσαι την υπαρξη αλλων γυρω σου;
Δεν ειναι το εγωιστικο "εγω" μου.
Κατι με τα αισθητηρια.
Τη μονη φορα που αισθανθηκα κατι,
με προετρεπε να αφησω ενα γυαλινο ποτηρι
Κι ομως το αποτελεσμα δεν ηταν αυτο που περιμενεις.