Courage. You caress future. Close to her. You are lost in her world. Without mathematics. Without words.

Courage. You caress future. Close to her. You are lost in her world. Without mathematics. Without words.
Important you are waiting. You pass by. Small Joys. Paint the moments colorful. Live saver emergency exits. They give new breaths.
Missing image. It stands out among so many. Joy promise. It comes every time you meet it.

It does not look like anything. Flags waving her grace. A silent conqueror. Baptizes the faithful.
You arrange the thoughts inside you. They spread keeping the equilibrium. The balance lulls the terror.

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.

ΓυÏίζεις γÏÏω γÏÏω στο δικό της carousel. You turn around in your own carousel. You do not take your eyes off her. You wind up at the time that fills sounds and images. A greedy man asking for the next joy

Standard bearer. Words are agreed behind him. The anarchist order of the writer align them. A Destination. To honor the headline.
Life is ahead. Filled with scenes that were born in your dream.The self – fulfilling prophesy you request to happen.