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, December 13, 2006
O παλαβος Χιλιανος
Μια δικαιολογια για ν' αναζητησω τα στοιχεια που με καταδιωκουν και που τ' αναζητω με απογνωση.
Ειμαι για σενα το αντικειμενο ενος απελπιδου ποθου.
Ξερεις τι αναζητω στη θαλασσα;
Την ευθραυστη βεβαιοτητα πως υπαρχει μια αλλη οχθη οπου οι ηττες μου εξακολουθουν να με περιμενουν.
Οι ηττες μου, το μονο πραγμα που αγαπω.
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