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, April 20, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Voiceless
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Δαφνη
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Antarctica
Friday, April 06, 2007
fusion
Δε θυμαμαι καν το προσωπο σου.
Θα με αφησεις να μπω μεσα σου.
Οχι ετσι, ολοκληρο.
Παλι φευγω.
Κανεις δεν περιμενε να εξελιχθει ετσι.
Πρεπει να ξαναγυρισω πισω στο χρονο.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Η Αθηνα που ολοι αγαπαμε
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