Life In A Dream

I scream in colour but sink to bed.

I close my eyes and dream in red.

My face is pale, my eyes of dark.

The flashing lights going black.


The land of mine has endless time.

A reflection claims another life.

I am so strong, I am so brawn.

A king I am of my own crown.


I taste the freedom when it dies.

Imagination paints all my lies.

Flying flies arise then play,

watching the skies as I lay.


In the deepest blue there is no reason.

It is not here what I call prison,

but in the fates that stand in lines.

A make believe with open eyes.


Myself swirls, swims and turns.

Spirals until my body hurts.

Burns my mind without precausion.

Reality in a twisted motion.


I am where I am not.

I see exactly what I want.

I cannot help but staying more,

because I know that I should not...

My life dissapoints me furthermore.

The Door

Close the door and look away.

Let the footsteps of the past carry you to your former state.

No need to keep the memories.

You don't belong in my world

as I do not in yours.

I'm sorry but I'm not used to getting damaged

nor I shall ever be.

I was not made to be broken,

not in a world that decays by the second,

not where love hurts.

Here is where everything is perfect,

because true perfection lies on imperfection,

because there are no mistakes,

only knowledge in the form of experiance.

You are as frail as a rose.

Reach your beauty at its best,

your full potencial

and the countdown begins,

mortality of mind.

In your personal maze the end is the beginning,

you are circling infinately around nothing.

Its all empty, your life.

I could crush you under my strength.

But I didn't.

I chose to learn from you.

You taught me pain.

Now it will be as if you never met me,

as if you never seen,

your truth is but a lie.

That's all I really mean.

I''ll see you in another life.

Maybe...

Murder Tales

Blood on my Cresent Blade, for I,

my People have I Slayed.

And Cried, at the sight of the Moon,

as I was caught in the middle of the Red Typhoon.

Sad truth is but a preface,

as to wipe out this whole damn race.

Undeserving of life, murderers,

and I, murderer of murderers.

In Distortion I Perish

A borrowed ego or a borrowed body?
Red or black the bets are set.
Tie them tight, it has been said...

"The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished."
As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost.
Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame,
to purify, to burn the unnesecities.
Those pests amongst the "people".

And god forbid me to say that i am tempted.
The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation,
for the acts and deeds depend on its form.
A valiant wisdom, an art of deception?

Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection
Who shall lead? Who shall leave?
"Thou hast seen, thou hast been"
Colours are made of colours
as people are made of sins
and sins are made of people,
manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines.
A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour
is indeed a sad momentum,
building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth.

Depictures life's blossom
What if dreams were not ciggarettes?
gradually turning into ash
piling up layer by layer.
"Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence.

Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial
and blow it all away when the time comes
if the time ever comes,
in this world freedom rarely lasts...

And I envy,
the gentle breeze of the wind
for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for,
but im not allowed to...
I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too.

And if i say i was never tempted to,
I would be a liar
So carry them away...
The places, and the roles of this play have been given.
After all what are we?
If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply
and if i did not, a coward would I be called.
Heros are fools they say,
brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.
All those fights for the ash,
of an anon's dream? - a piece of land.
Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance.

Bend me into the given shape, if you can,
thinking does no good after all.
I could believe you if i chose to,
the art of deception...
It can hide true colours, can distort the picture
and in there I can blend in
Distort me...
A farewell to the wind, which i was not allowed to travel with...

Top 7 Pick Up Lines

"Do you have a map? I got lost in your eyes..."

"Zaxaroplastis itan o pateras sou? Ise toso glikia..."

"Hey babe, are you tired? Cause you have been running wild in my dreams all night."

"Kleftis itan o pateras sou? Epidi eklepse ola ta asteria tou ouranou ke ta vale sta matia sou."

"Are you from Tenesi? Cause you are the only ten I see."

"Are you ok...? Are you sure? Cause I've seen you falling from the sky, angel..."

"Did you just fart? Babe, you blew me away..."

Just Give Me Some Christian Sexism

"Η ΜΟΡΦΗ ΤΗΣ ΨΥΧΗΣ ΕΧΕΙ ΤΗΝ ΜΟΡΦΗ ΝΕΟΥ ΑΝΤΡΑ 30 ΜΕ 32 ΧΡΟΝΩΝ. Αυτο ισχυει και για τους αντρες και για τις γυναικες. Οι γυναικες ειναι ο απολυτος πειρασμος και το καλυτερο οπλο του εωσφορου. Γι'αυτο απαγορευεται η παρουσια της στο ΑΓΙΟ ΟΡΟΣ. Ειναι η αιτια για τον ξεπεσμο του ανθρωπινου ειδους. Οτι κανει ο αντρας το κανει για να ανεβει στα ματια της γυναικας, κανωντας παρανομιες, εγκληματα, εξαπατα ανθρωπους, συνεργαζεται με τον διαολο, πουλαει την ψυχη του σ'αυτον προκειμενου να πετυχει τον στοχο του, να αποκτησει δοξα και εξουσια. Αν δεν υπηρχε η γυναικα ο αντρας θα συμπεριφερονταν τελειως διαφορετικα."

Πιστεύω εις μίαν σούβλαν

Edo paratithonte ta pistevo kathe aksiou Kipriou (apefthias metadosi apo to facebook) pou timai tis paradosis tou mesa apo mia ilikrinis prosefxi pou aggizi tin pio vathia alithia pou krivete piso apo ta Xristougenna mas, tin emporikoteri giorti tou xronou. Aftes tis giortines meres pou plisiazoun, ne kiries ke kirioi, pistevo... Esis?

Πιστεύω εις μίαν σούβλαν, κυπριακήν, ποιοτικήν, ψημένην σε φουκούν και περασμένην σε μακριές σμίλες, με το μοτοράκι στο ON.

Και εις τα μαύρα τα κάρβουνα, γορασμένα σε σακκούλλαν μαύρην εξ περιπτέρου και τοποθετούμενα μέσα στην φουκούν, παίρνουν φόκον.

Φωτιάς εκ φουκούς, σούβλας χοιρινής, με κάρβουνα αφτούμενα, ψησθέντα εκ παρουσιάς διαφόρων ανθρώπων που ομιλούσαν για πολιτικά και μάππες.

Για δι ημάς τους Κυπρίους και την ορθήν απόλαυσην της σούβλας, κατελθόντα εκ της φρουταγοράς, αλλοδαπή γυναίκα και έφερεν αγγουράκια και τομάτες για την σαλάταν.

Και σερβιρισθέντα με την σαλάταν ημων, επι πιάτων μεγάλων, και φαηθέντα και χωνευθέντα.

Και τα αποφάγια εδόθησαν στους σκύλους για περαιτέρω καταβρόχθισην.

Και το τραπέζιν εκαθαρίσθην μετά φαμόζο απο τας κυρίας και έπειτα εσερβιρήσθην γλυκόν.

Και στο τέλος πάλιν εισακούσθηκεν το “Άτε τζιαι που Δευτέρας δίαιτα” απο τους κυρίους.

Και εις την φουκούν την μεταλλικήν, την τέλειαν, την στιβαρήν, την αιτίαν για το ψήσιμο της σούβλας, το συν μοτοράκι αφτούμενο για να γυρίζει τας σμίλας, ενωμένον με πόλους στο διπλοκάμπινον ημών.

Εις μίαν λαχταριστήν,τραγανήν και ανεπανάληπτην σούβλαν.

Ομολογώ το μάσημαν ολόκληρης αυτής.

Προσδοκώ την αθανασίαν αυτής.

Και να είναι άμιλλη εις τους αιώνας,

Αρνίν.

Afto Pou Ftiaxni Tis Skies

Skotinia ston ourano sas ma atenizo to keno

s' afti tin psixri ke afilokseni politia pou me eriksan ta xronia.

Ta xronia pou kilisan san xionia

stivagmena se mia troxia gia to pouthena

perimenontas tin avgi na ta aggaliasi me to fos tis

dinnontas tous mia pio aoristi morfi

ekini pou xarizi eleftheria

ke ta perithoria stenevoun otan to telos ine i arxi.

Petrines apsixes morfes na me kitazun

sti mesi tis kosmosirrois ton aniparxton vrethika ke ego.
Tragikes morfes pou sernonte xoris ixni

san anastenagmos pou svinni

etsi xannonte ki afti...

Ena aeriko mou psithirise ta magika ta logia

tin diadromi gia tou paramithiou tin xora

lipame ma den me perni pia i ora

vlepo to fos pou plisiazi ke tromazo.

To fos ine pou ftiaxni tis skies otan kanenas den to vlepi

ke ego arnoume na gino alli mia skia sti mavri tous tin thalassa.

Trexo mesa stin nixta me svista fanaria ke svismenes elpides

san ena agrimi kinigimeno sta egkata tou dasous...

Ke Nekros Enikan

Opios ke na to ekane pantos, itane poli kala organomenos. Mesa se 2 ores kataferan na skapsoun 2 metra vathos xoma ke na aferesoun tin tafoplaka xoris na tis prokalesoun zimia. Topothetisan asvesti pano apo ton tafo gia na kalipsoun tin mirodia, gia tin paraplanisi ton skillon, afinnontas piso tous miden ixnoi. Ekmetallevomeni to skotadi pou epese apo tin diakopi revmatos, kinithikan grigora, vasi sxediou...

Katarxi mono ke mono i dilosi tis ikogenias papadopoullou, exi kinisi arketes ipopsies. Epeleksan na dilosoun ta akoloutha:

"Η ανίερη αυτή πράξη των τυμβωρύχων, πέραν της θλίψης και οργής που προκαλεί, δεν μπορεί με κανένα τρόπο να ενταφιάσει την πολιτική και να διαγράψει τις παρακαταθήκες που κατέλειπε ο Τάσσος Παπαδόπουλος. Οπου και αν βρίσκεται τώρα η σορός του, η φωνή του θα ακούγεται και θα διαρκεί, σε αυτούς τους δύσκολους καιρούς της εθνικής μας υπόθεσης"

Opos tha paratirisate, pouthena den anaferete paraklisi gia epistrofi tis sorou, para mono to gegonos oti to ergo tou teos proedrou ke o agonas sinexizonte. Afti i klopi tous exi vali kato apo ta fota tis dimosiotitas se pagosmio epipedo. Dimiourgithike salos, gia ena mnimosino pou epi kanonikon sinthikon tha perniotan aparatirito. Ela omos pou to mnimosino tha ginotan me adio feretro...

Aksioperiergo omos ine ke to gegonos oti i ikogenia pliroforithike to simvan i ora 8 ke omos katafthasan mia ora argotera ston topo pou o proin proedros anapavotan gia 364 meres, eno tha mporusan na vriskonte eki se diastima 10 lepton. Afto den sas vazi se skepsis? Arage na itan kati anamenomeno gia aftous to gegonos?

Os gnoston, o Tasos kratouse mia entelos diaforetiki stasi os pros tin lisi, to sxedio Anan, ktl, apo ton proedro tis dimokratias Xristofia. Me afti tin praksi, polloi epitidioi vrikan aformi na epanenosoun ton lao ke na anazopirosun ton fanatismo os pros tin plevra tis politikis tou Tasou, kontrarontas etsi ta parontika sxedia pou isos na mas exoun feri konta sti lisi, kathos ke na diafilaksoun tin kipriaki plevra tis kiprou apo tin enosi.

To idio ekanan ke oi Kiprioi pou gemisan tous tixous me ta vlasfima graffiti "I Kipros ine Tourkiki", gia kaliergia pereterou misous metaksi ton dio laon, odigontas tous aganaxtismenous polites sto "OXI".

Telika exoune dikeo, "Zi, zi ke mas kathodigi..."
I Kipros exi ena nekro igeti.

Once Loved

Kill me she whispered
with a voice of a stranger
as her insane laughter
echoed across the night

This wasn't her
It couldn't be...
This wasn't the one I loved
Not my girl, just the monster she has become

I have to end this
Memories flooded me, happy ones...
She was gone forever now
The one I loved was long lost...

My sword closed tighter around my hands
as I was trying to avoid the obvious
I closed my eyes
just feeling the breeze of this coal black night

Shadows or intruders?
the lingering scent was spreading
begging me to win, begging me to kill
to kill what I once loved...

The Liar In Me

Trekse tora, fige makria. Gia mena pia min psaksis, min lipithis, min me skeftis.

Emena den tha dis, emena den tha vris, monaxa tin orgi mou, pou perni me tin via tin parakseni morfi mou.

O ponos stin kardia isvalli, ta perni ola me mania, tis stigmes pou zisame, emas, mas diagrafi.

To kathe mou sagapo, tora leksis koufies ke kenes, iposxesis adies. Ena psema monaxa, apati egine megali. Mia ikona pou zografisa gia ta dika sou matia, mia paresthisi pou sou xarisa ke egine kommatia.

Ekini mera i makrini, otan tha exo ksexasti, se neo topo tha me vri. To katheti pou erxete, na kseris kapote pos fefgi. Afti tin fora omos girismo den exi.

Eftixos pou Iparxoun Poutanes

Stin arxi me ithele gia ta lefta mou, ekina ta xartia pou i anthropoi iperextimisan, ola etsi ksekinisan.

Oi meres mou kilousan omorfa me tin nea mou sintrofia, mou xarise toses orees stigmes, anepanaliptes ke monadikes, ma vathia mesa mou eniotha ekini tin pikra, pos agorasa mia ksepoulimeni agapi, epidi pote den katafera na vro mia alithini.

Ine skliro na niothis tin aporripsi apo pantou, ine ekseftelistiko na katafefgis se etsi lisis tis stigmis, na katapatas tin perifania sou ke na ftiaxnis ena pseftiko oniro gia ton eafto sou. Na vionnis tin arnisi ke na dinese apolita se mia arista filotexnimeni parastasi, pou omos simeni ta panta gia sena. The show must go on...

Meta apo mines, apodextika ta pragmata os ixan ke ematha na zo gia to tora, na pernao kala ke na min to poli skotizo to thema, ixa pagidefti stin diki mou antilipsi tis plastis eftixias ke to apolamvanna. Tote itan pou eskase mia dilosi san vomva:

"S' agapo... Alithia... Pos omos na su to dikso? Pos omos na me pistepsis? Imaste ke oi 2 exmaloti tou psematos pou dimiourgisame..."

Oi Anamnisis mias Tiropittas

Kane mia apli ependisi, agorase mia tiropitta apo to plisiestero artopioio pou exis sti diathesi sou. Pare tin sta xeria sou, niose to aroma tis ke dagose tin gia na paris me anipomonisia tin proti tis gefsi.

Sintoma tha antilifthis tin kaki piotita tou tiriou, diladi tis essoterikis gemisis tis. Oli i simmasia pleon didete sto eksoteriko tis, alifontas tin sfoliata me ametrita stromata voutirou, na gini triferi ke to proion efparousiasto ston katanaloti. Pos ginete oli i prosoxi tou paraskevasti na strefete monaxa sto eksoteriko, adiaforontas pliros gia to essoteriko?

Mipos afto zitane i katanalotes stis meres mas, ena parousiastiko pou na entiposiazi? Theoritika, i tiropitta ine kati mikro ke asimanto ke omos ine ena digma tis antilipsis mas os kinonia. Etsi katantisame, na kitame mono to profanes ke oxi to ousiodi. Kitame tous anthropous ke tous krinoume apo to "peritiligma", san ena vivlio pou to diavazis monaxa epidi se entiposiase to eksofillo.

An dis ta pragmata antikimenika, tha katalavis oti oi perissoteroi apo mas, kanoun oti kanoun, monaxa gia ta matia tou kosmou stin apegnosmeni anazitisi tous gia anagnorisi ke egrisi apo tous giro tous, ipokinumeni apo tin kinonia. Pasxizoun na ksexorisoun, ksepernontas tous allous se iperoxi, eksolothrevontas ton antagonismo. Mpennoun se mia allepallili diadikasia sigrisis metaksi tous.

Afta prostazoun oi sinthikes tou simmera. Entiposiazomaste apo tis giallisteres petres tous, animpori na dume pera apo afto pou mas provalloun. Tin epomeni fora pou tha fas tiropitta, isos na me thimithis...

Milk is for the Naughty Ones

Simera tha analisoume tin proelefsi tou galaxtos! Katarxi, prepi na toniso to gegonos oti to gala pou katanalonoume sxedon epi kathimerinis vaseos ke vriskete afti ti stigmi sta psigia mas, den proerxete apo tis agelades. I pigi tou kakou ine ta polisixnasta katagogia gnosta os cabarets. Ne kiries ke kirioi, kala akousate! Tha ekplagite, alla se afto to gala rixnume oli tin efthini gia tin katakorifi afksisi tou kounistou plithismou tis xoras mas.

Os gnosto i parevriskomenes entos aftou tou xorou kalitexnides, exun iposti se epemvasi prosthetikis stithous, kata tin diarkia tis opias, tous exoun prosthesi mia idiki siskevi telefteas texnologias pou energopiei tin eikositetraori roi ke paragogi galaxtos apo tous mastous, me skopo tin extra efxaristisi ton pelaton tous.

Fisika omos, gia galaxtoviomixanies, afto den itan ena gegonos pou emine aparatirito. Sintoma paratirisan oti to fisiko athropino gala iperexi se gefsi ke threptika sistatika, kirios omos paratirisan to miomeno kostos tou ke etsi apofasisan na to kathierosoun. Opos itan anamenomeno, afti i allagi den eftase sta aftia tou koinou, gia evnoitous logous.

Afto omos pou den provlepsan oi galaxtoviomixanies itan ta side effects aftou tou galaxtos. Oi kalitexnides os gnosto se olous mas, kouniounte ke fisiko epakoloutho ine to gala tous na ine ke afto kounisto. I katanalosi aftou tou kounistou galaxtos exi os apotelesma tin metatropi tou idiou tou atomou se kounisto afu kuniete mesa sti stomaxiki kilotita tou afto to gala, gia ores oloklires meta tin kataposi.

Tora kseris tin alithia! Xrisimopiise sofa tin gnosi pou apekomises ke metadose afto to minima me tin elpida afipnisis tou laou sou.

What lies beneath the light

In the core of your innermost fantasies
lies an alluring truth
where all the beauty of this world unveils
in this deeply seductive journey that unfolds...

Listen to the whispers of the lost
let them lead you to those far away lands
and I promise you won't forget
you won't regret...

Run through the darkwoods
against the wrath of the waves
and let the air brush against your face,
the breeze of a vision coming to life

Mysterious motives and incoherent patterns
Little did we know of what lies beneath the light...

Captivated by the unknown
swallowed by the abyss of infinity
Feel the thrill...

Anywhere but here,
this world so cruel and dull...

Amazing places await you stranger...
Just close your eyes,
you'll be where you wanna be...
Where you belong...

Are we humans or are we dancers of a given beat?

And remember, no matter where you go, there you are. -Confucius



Who are you? And why are you who you are? If it's time to meet your maker, it's the time to face your thoughts which made you. Are you sure you are who you think you are, how you and your life were constructed as a manifestation of your thoughts?

The way we perceive ourselves and others perceive us can change instantly by simply changing the way you think, changing thoughts. Changing programming. Being what you want to be. But guess what: If you can change, you are not real.

Everything that is a limitation, everything that you cannot see as who you are, means that you are going to have to change. When you change, have a look at what happens. You become a new person. If that happens, isnt it common sense then, that who you are now is not real? Why are you defending who you are now, what defines you now?

You exist as knowledge and information, definitions, ideas, beliefs and perceptions that are formed and designed as yourself, as the who I am in the human physical body.

Deceiving others is truly deceiving yourself. Don't do unto another what you dont want them done to you which implies in its every nature that what you do to another, you will experience. if you fear your neighbour and your neighbour fears you back what does that mean? Eventually you are going to end up in a war, killing each other, destroying each other, deceiving each other, hurting each other.

There is No Forgiveness. Only Self-Forgiveness. Forgiveness is useless if we can't forgive ourselves. Forgiveness is useless if we do not change. Forgiveness is deception if it's used as justification. Self-Forgiveness, Self-Honesty, Self-Trust, Self-Responsibility. When each one can trust oneself to do what's best for life in all ways - we may start trusting each-other as self.

Love is used as a weapon to layer and blind the foolish to not see what is really going on. A fool is someone who accepts who they are as the programmed product of parents, teachers, media, religion, science and defining the world around them according to information that has come from someone else.

Understand that the New World Order controls publishing and it is to their benefit to promote love, whether for new age or christianity or any religion, because love demands you must turn a blind eye to abuse and turn the other cheek. Time to stop this abuse and focus on revealing the frauds of love.

We can accept God becoming Man to save Man, but not Man becoming God to save himself. -Vernon Howard

Light never battles darkness, so when you see a fight it is always between two dark forces. -Vernon Howard

There is no evolution.The picture just changes, but the foundation is the same as it has always been. Whether you believe in god or 'scientific breakthroughs', the Truth is still war, rape, torture, greed, fear, self-interest, starvation, poverty, ignorance, denial, delusion and useless beliefs.

God cannot be seen anywhere, beliefs in this world are just beliefs. Evil can be seen everywhere, everyday. On Meditation and Oneness: If you meditate and do not experience the pain and suffering on this planet, you are not One in fact, but separate. Meditate till the screams follow you all day, then you are self honestly here, as life in Oneness.

P.S: "Needlessly negative?" Is there a 'negative' that you could live with? Because no matter how much you would like to sugar-coat the condition of the world, things are not going to get better on its own. THINGS ARE NOT OKAY.

Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance. -Confucius

Be(lie)ve

An to kaloskeftis, oli mas i zoi stirizete stis pepithisis mas. Kathe fora pou pernoume mia apofasi xrisimopioume afto to kritirio pou tha kathorisi to ti theoroume sosto ke lathos se afti ti zoi. Apo aftes tis theories peri sostou ke lathous pigazi ke i ithiki tou kathenos mas.

To ti pistevoume stirizete sxedon oloklirotika ston programmatismo pou exoume dexti apo tin pediki mas kiolas ilikia, apo tous gonis mas ke sinexizete mexri simmera apo ta mazikis enimerosis pou «isigounte» ton idaniko tropo zois se olous emas pou kitazoume me zilia tous «epitiximenous» pou provallonte mesa sto kouti . Giati arage se afto ton kosmo i epitixia na taftizete me ton arithmo metriton ston trapeziko sou logariasmo, i tin akrivi marka aftokinitou sou?

To pos skeftese kathorizi ke to pos zis, ke to ti pistevis kathorizi to pos skeftese. Se afto ton kosmo ton pollaplon epilogon, ine telika i pisti to mono kritirio? Ti ke an oti pistepses mexri simera itan ena psema? Exis to kouragio na to paradextis stous allous, alla pro pantos ston eafto sou? Mporis na to anteksis, i tha katarrefsis mprosta stin aprosmeni alithia pou sou gremmise oti os simera theorouses alithino ke diko sou?

Fisika iparxi ke i alli theoria, pou dilonni pos otan pistepsis kati me oli sou tin kardia pragmatopiite, ke arketes fores ofilo na omologiso oti apodikniete apolita ortho, eno alles fores oi prosdokies sou se prodonnoun. Telika, oti pistevis tou dinnis zoi, i oti pistevis sou dinni zoi? Erotisis pou ipotheto tha minoun anapantites...

Losing My Religion

Etsi opos vlepo ta pragmata, i thriskies den ine tipota allo apo maziki propaganda me skopo na paroun sta xeria tous ton elexo ke ta lefta tou aplou kosmou pou akoloutha pista to «pisteve ke mi erevna». Xrisimopioun tin anagi tou anthropou gia pnevmatikotita ke enapothesi elpidon se kati anotero, kathos ke tou epitrepoun na katargisi gia ligo sto mialo tou, na anakoufisti apo to fovo tou thanatou, pou ton kiniga san skia se kathe vima.

Polloi anthropoi stin prospathia tous na niothoune meros enos enieoou sinolou «sinadelfosinis ke agapis» akolouthane tifla ton dromo pou tous ipodiknioun, kanontas tous na pistevoun pos ine adinami xoris tin kathodigisi tous ke tis akolouthies ipodoulosis tous mprosta stous nomous mias «anoteris ontotitas». To mono pou kanoun ine na aporrofane san sfouggaria afti tin «gnosi» xoris na vazun mprosta oute gia mia stigmi to filtro tis logikis pou prospathune apegnosmena na mas aferesun.

Gennika oi thriskies ine san kalostimenes pagides valmenes na mas ipotaksun. Osoi den ine entagmeni se kapio dogma, poli sixna perithoriopiounte apo tous giro ke katakrinonte simfona me ta pistevo tous. Oi thriskoi menoun kollimenoi pano se nomous gia to pos prepi na zun, mono epidi etsi prepi, epidi etsi tus emathan, epidi etsi tha kerdisoun tin eonia zoi, ma sto telos xannoune afti ti zoi...