Ας βρεθει κάποιος να με πείσει οτι υπάρχει ελπίδα.

Ειναι τόσο δυσκολο να συγκεντρωθω.Το μυαλό μου χυνεται προς όλες τις κατευθυνσεις και ειναι ματαιες οι προσπαθειες μου να το μαζεψω με γυμνα χερια.Γλιστραει μέσα απτα δαχτηλα μου!
Συγχαριτηρια σε ολους που περάσατε!

My traces on my bed.

Your traces on your bed.

Your traces on my bed.

My traces on your bed.

We had my parents' old mattress for so many years that when we threw it away,there were hollows from their bodies on it.

We are wonderfull creatures.We just sometimes forget it.
I hate the typical conversations.The safe conversations.
About the weather,astrology,gossip.
I love being surprised by humans.People I didn't expect to think in this way.Saying clever things.
Sometimes I feel I'm fulled of love for everyone.And I wanna take care of everyone.
Find out what people think.Their fears.Their dreams.What they thing before they fall asleep.
How can we talk about all these typical things,which reveal so few characteristics of a person,when we have a whole universe in front of us,waiting to be discovered and loved?