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...
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Δωματιο
αν εισαι το ονειρο μου, ειμαι το δικο σου
Δε φοβαται απλως κανει κρυο Δεν ειναι μονος στο αδειο δωματιο ειναι κι αυτο απο το κρυο Λυωμενο ορυκτο μεσα στις τρυπες του κορμιου μονο ετσι μπορει να σταματησει
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