Τετάρτη 19 Φεβρουαρίου 2020

Get away from the old ones.

 They assimilate the horizons. What does it matter if the world

is it flat or round?

Imagine dissolving in the atmosphere.

embracing everything.

Create visions for places you will come and meet

which will always be distant,

impossible like any ideal.

Get away from the old ones.

Look at the edge that cuts a carbonated water.

and heavy.

Tearing yourself from the known

Drink what follows.

To have a bow soul.

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