Words loaded in your mother tongue. Peaceful try spread. They let on the story. They raise the soul high.
Memory gives you the strength to endure. It keeps the longing for anticipation unquenchable. Without the need. It travels you through time. On the horizon you seek to be on.
You sleep. To erase the trace of the day. The board is cleaned. You ask. To write better the next day.
Stopped. The inspiration is stuck. Unmoved. Everything is delivered to the conqueror.
Σταματημένος. Η έμπνευση καθηλώθηκε. Ακούνητη. Παραδομένα όλα στον κατακτητή.
Next to the dreams you pair images. Landscapes of your own. You can travel. You do not count time.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.