Τρίτη 1 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009

Poetic Moments

The night is young, my dreams are old... whispers in a crowded stadium. I hardly remember the days when I only looked to the future, full of ambition and confidence. A false feeling of immortality, vanity and a slight arrogance. How humble I seem today... I wonder whether it is a sine of weakness or wisdom. No regrets though, no regrets...

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