Time goes by sharing the roles of our lives. The script is not defined. At the breaking of the day we passionately try for our hope not to be orphaned, not to be lost in the well of time. Αrchive - Silent

Babies' steps speak by their writing which gather the space, shorten the distance, share the thought, brighten the joy, rage the love. What a discovery ! Mikael Delta - With My Whole Being

What a strange mechanism is that of a human being. It's just enough to take them out of their habbits, to deprive them of some of their simple options, their own daily habits to make them take them back in a whille and appriciate them as pricious. Until the routine sits like dust over them dazzling its shine, hiding the joy. We grow ap along with our game. We paly hide and seek even before we learn to talk and we never stop palying this game usually looking gor our hidden joy. Of course there are more importantnt things for us are hidden, too. Is life a game wthat has rules? How mischievous are you allowed to be? You don't win the game painlessly. Would you be lucky forever? This is difficult. The Underground Youth – Revolution Revisited

We'll dip in to the moments with the appetite of wolves. We'll lacerate the herds of time, smeared of blood. Hooverphonic - Eden

Lacking the joy of a ride you get wealthy at time. You are ready to spend time without counting it, allowing yourself its waste even by just fooling around. Your gaze stops at your shadow that plays in its path, flowing over the flowers, caressing them and disappearing over them as if it were the sea. You live in a fairytale trying to become the shadow of your own shadow. My Brightest Diamond ( Nina Simone Cover ) Feeling Good

You close your eyes and don't know who will rise on your scene. Α troupe of shadows dancing in a present that you don't live. Dancing in fantastic stories. In a world without time. You're there but you're not. You are a motionless body that hammocks, hurts, is happy, is afraid. A motionless body that lives in two worlds. The day world and the night world. In one street, though. The loner street. Next to the God and the demons. UNKLE - Burn My Shadow

You don't stop chasing the next day even if you need a lifetime to catch it Riverside - Hyperactive

Love only can beautify life. Light, color, and that the only thirst to live.Cult of Youth - The New West

Hug. You are giving it. You ask for silence. The buzz around you is seeking your waiving. This is the battle. To stay in the present. To see the light the next day. Faithful to your dreams. A knight. Naughty they align around you.

We reached the edge of a living dead world. Addicted to plastic pleasure. To the food, to entertainment, to sex, to the career. Striving to succeed effortlessly. In this world which is betraying day after day its comforts, some people carry a soul. With no flesh they are dead. The flesh does not shine like the expensive accessories but rattles the Earth like a huge subwoofer.

Ordinary tourists in this world we forget to live the journey. We are looking for the stations. Yet, there are others getting lost on our side. The seconds or thirds are the victims, however, also the others who don't belong but are born in the losses.

Speechless after the damage. Witnesses of our defeat. Settlers in a heroes' homeland. Fans of cheap canning. Smudge in history.