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I am a graduate of University of Cyprus, Faculty of Humanities and of Frederick University, the Faculty of Law (LLB) which i practice. I speak French, English and Greek. I enjoy reading, writing and philosophy as well as getting to know other cultures.
Have you ever thought that you have dreams that probably will not come true? It's a small voice in your head, since you were a child. It was always talking to you, reminding you that so many opportunities and pursuits are out there for you. Then you grow up and the fantasy for a moment is replaced by a reality you didn't even dreamed of. What's the purpose of dreams if they can't come true? Are they realistic dreams or just illusions of things that we think we would like to have? I haven't figured out yet. I just know that dreams are part of our self. Our true inner self and even if some of them don't come true, maybe some better versions of them are going to manifest. Just keep dreaming, and that's not a cliché.
Maybe its the feeling of running away from your problems or your thoughts. Its a feeling that conquers your mind and it makes you want to run away far away and hide. Why? Because you feel trapped in an environment that drugs you down. Sometimes its the right thing to do. It sets you free. You depend to no-one.
Someone said "sometimes you have to leave, even though you don't have a certain place to go. (i think it was Tennessee Williams). Is it a way of" get away" thinking? A solution to your running thoughts? You want to run away, from situations, people or unavoidable circumstances... It is not easy to take that decision. To take the decision to go, for the right reasons at the right moment... To be condinued....
She talked like a crazy woman A middle aged woman Talking Talking Talking Tickling the passengers's ears Her voice was fast and clear like water Running fast Tickling the passengers's ears... Her voice was hard and annoying Flowing together with the route of the bus Her murmurs sounded everywhere And she just Kept talking Like a crazy old woman Her black sungalsses made her look like a hawk Her dress was blue, simple and old fashioned And her hands moved up and down And she kept talking as the bust moved on... And her mask feel off to the ground...
What do you call that feeling of trembling? What do you call that sense of his smell around you? Is it love? Is it a habit? I would like to réfèr to all the piccoli detagli we had in our love It was a Sunday sumner afternoon The light breeze was passing through his blond hair And his eyes were sparkling like a rosé wine of the vineyards His smell was like a cedar tree and his smile brought light Was it love? Was it a habit? I still smell the cedar sense around me His presence is still in place On that summer afternoon It is love... L'amour, la vie, la beauté...
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