You close your eyes and don’t know who will rise on your scene. Α troupe of shadows dancing in a present that you don’t live. Dancing in fantastic stories. In a world without time. You’re there but you’re not. You are a motionless body that hammocks, hurts, is happy, is afraid. A motionless body that lives in two worlds. The day world and the night world. In one street, though. The loner street. Next to the God and the demons.
