
The breath that makes you upset. It reaches the lungs by the ordinary way. It's not like the other breaths. It found the way. To fill you. With an air. From fairy tales. Like tomorrow became a straight line. The dream becomes a hug. Thirsty to be pressed.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.