
You close your eyes and don't know who will rise on your scene. Α troupe of shadows dancing in a present that you don't live. Dancing in fantastic stories. In a world without time. You're there but you're not. You are a motionless body that hammocks, hurts, is happy, is afraid. A motionless body that lives in two worlds. The day world and the night world. In one street, though. The loner street. Next to the God and the demons.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.