Παρασκευή, Νοεμβρίου 20, 2015
Κάποτε ήξερα...
I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free
I wish I could break
All the chains holdin' me
I wish I could say
All the things that I should say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole 'round world to hear
It would feel to be free
I wish I could break
All the chains holdin' me
I wish I could say
All the things that I should say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole 'round world to hear
I wish I could share
All the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars
That keep us apart
I wish you could know
What it means to be me
Then you'd see and agree
That every man should be free
All the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars
That keep us apart
I wish you could know
What it means to be me
Then you'd see and agree
That every man should be free
I wish I could give
All I'm longin' to give
I wish I could live like I'm longing to live
I wish I could do all the things that I can do
And though I'm way over due
I'd be startin' a new
All I'm longin' to give
I wish I could live like I'm longing to live
I wish I could do all the things that I can do
And though I'm way over due
I'd be startin' a new
Well I wish I could be
Like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be
If I found I could fly
Oh I'd soar to the sun
And look down at the sea
Like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be
If I found I could fly
Oh I'd soar to the sun
And look down at the sea
Then I'd sing 'cause I'd know yeah
And I'd sing 'cause I'd know yeah
And I'd sing 'cause I'd know
And I'd sing 'cause I'd know yeah
And I'd sing 'cause I'd know
I'd know how it feels
I'd know how it feels to be free
Yeah, yeah I'd know how it feels
Yes, I'd know
I'd know how it feels, how it feels
To be free, oh lord
I'd know how it feels to be free
Yeah, yeah I'd know how it feels
Yes, I'd know
I'd know how it feels, how it feels
To be free, oh lord
Πέμπτη, Νοεμβρίου 19, 2015
@work
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| my mornings |
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| daily view at work |
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| my desk-my flower |
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| my daily road |
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my blinds-my tree
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Υ.Σ μια συνήθεια που μου έμεινε από παλιά.... πάντα τα
πρωινά να βάζω τα ακουστικά και να σιγοτραγουδώ
"What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here"
Τελικά αυτοί οι στίχοι έγιναν μια
μόνιμη κατάσταση....
Τρίτη, Νοεμβρίου 17, 2015
Δευτέρα, Νοεμβρίου 16, 2015
Μεγάλος Ντουβρουτζάς
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| Κόβω φλέβα για το 1.73... |
Βασικά δεν υπήρξα ποτέ Ρουβίτσα, κι αν εξαιρέσεις τον Παραρά
που τον έβλεπα πιτσιρίκι στην τηλεόραση και έλιωνα, δεν μου είχε τύχει να πάθω
κάτι ανάλογο με κανέναν της τηλεόρασης και του θεάματος γενικότερα.Άντε πες
τότε ήμουν και έντεκα χρονών. Τώρα; Με τον Kit Harington έχω πάθει ντουβρουτζά
μεγάλο, νιώθω σαν δεκαπεντάχρονο, αν είχα αφίσες του θα τις κρεμούσα δηλαδή !Ποιος εγώ; Σοβαρή κοπέλα και καλά τώρα στα γεράματα,
χαχαχα! Δεν με χαλάει καθόλου αυτό το περίεργο συναίσθημα. Christopher
Catesby Harington i love you kargaaaaaaa!!!!
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