You separate the day. Your memory is golden. Lightens. It stands as a tower through time. Gazing your before. You remember. Seeking for the afters. You are thirsty for life. As if you lost the fear of it. The dreams are calm. Making scenes of a non war life.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.
