Στο παρελθόν γελούσαμε
Στο παρόν κλαίμε
Στο παρελθόν τρέχαμε
Στο παρόν κουρνιάζουμε
Στο παρελθόν χαιρόμασταν
Στο παρόν θρηνούμε
Στο παρελθόν αγαπούσαμε
Στο παρόν θυμώνουμε
Στο παρελθόν ζούσαμε
Στο παρόν πεθαίνουμε
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...
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Metropia
A voice in your head talking to you.
It is not yours.
Okay... It's me.
It is only in my head.
No one can be inside my head.
It comes from me.
I do not breathe as I should. If I
breathe better, so it will disappear.
Calm.
Do you think they are your thoughts?
You can trust me.
Nobody can hear your thoughts.
It is not yours.
Okay... It's me.
It is only in my head.
No one can be inside my head.
It comes from me.
I do not breathe as I should. If I
breathe better, so it will disappear.
Calm.
Do you think they are your thoughts?
You can trust me.
Nobody can hear your thoughts.
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