
Σωτηρία
To be free beneath the sun

The wind that argues with my hair to the strangers that I stare, oh, how nostalgic yet so true will be the summer we pursue. The need for cold is so intense that when the sea hugs our whole bodies the feeling will be so ecstatic like becoming one with earth. Oh, how I love to finally feel so awake, to hear the very sounds that cicadas like to make, to be free from all the stress that had kept my fantasies being hidden in my mess and to feel alive once more dancing in a summer night, loving life with all my might, letting open my front door.