You swim in words. You wear the costumes of your own heroes. Stories are born into the inaction of real life. There is no fear. Breath brings suggestions to life.Time participated as an extra in your show.
Sometimes you live in a fairy tale. A fairy with a golden comb defines its plot. You are not looking for reality. In her forest you are looking to get lost.
A root buried deep in the Earth. A country degenerates into the ignorance of its inhabitants. An enemy on its walls. Revelation call. Confrontation of truth. History weighs on generations.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.