Looking at Kerkis, feeling the humidity of the sea secretly smiling knowing this is important, visiting Livadi again regaining the lost connection, closing my eyes while the clean north wind touches my face, humming softly while staring at blues, yellows and reds as the sun flirts with the horizon, making the dream true moving slowly away from trouble, wandering at Sehitanhi beach gently touching the sand, enjoing the suns lick on my body, taking pleasure smelling the aromas of the forest, making sure that Samos knows im back…
MUGEN
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the name of the samurai
music has to be relegion
Lenos Xristidis, Pascal bruckner, Henry Charles Bukowski, Henry Miller
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