
H ζωή προχωρά. Φορτώνει χαρές και δράματα. Δεν νοιάζεται για τυχερούς και άτυχους. Δεν στέκεται σε Ανατολή και Δύση. Συνέχισε. Μη μετράς πληγές. Τις νίκες. Τις ήττες. Γίνε ζωή.
Hug. You are giving it. You ask for silence. The buzz around you is seeking your waiving. This is the battle. To stay in the present. To see the light the next day. Faithful to your dreams. A knight. Naughty they align around you.
We reached the edge of a living dead world. Addicted to plastic pleasure. To the food, to entertainment, to sex, to the career. Striving to succeed effortlessly. In this world which is betraying day after day its comforts, some people carry a soul. With no flesh they are dead. The flesh does not shine like the expensive accessories but rattles the Earth like a huge subwoofer.
Ordinary tourists in this world we forget to live the journey. We are looking for the stations. Yet, there are others getting lost on our side. The seconds or thirds are the victims, however, also the others who don't belong but are born in the losses.

Speechless after the damage. Witnesses of our defeat. Settlers in a heroes' homeland. Fans of cheap canning. Smudge in history.