Two decades over two millennia

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...

Friday, September 13, 2013

Θ' ανεβω στον ουρανο

Θ’ ανεβώ στον ουρανό να ρωτήξω το Θεό

χρόνους ψάχνω και ζαμάνια στ’ ουρανού τα μεϊντάνια
χρόνους ψάχνω, δε σε βρίσκω χρυσασκάλιστό μου ρίσκο

Είπε μου ο Θεός στ’ αυτί μου κι έκαψέ την, την ψυχή μου
πως στο θρόνο του σε θέλει να σε προσκυνούν αγγέλοι