How many times have you felt a strange sensation overwhelming you, only to realize that you are not yourself?
How many times have you questioned those feelings that suddenly envelop you without any preamble...
How many times have you caught
I need you, my father
Though time has passed
I haven't grown up
I need your voice to guide me
I need your embrace to warm me
I need your hand to heal me
Your absence tires me, if only you knew
With every step, I remember
On the beach of the Greek island of Crete, Nikos was born in February 1883 AD and lived like the heroes of his great novel. He never missed a chance to visit a place, live there for a while, and seize any opportunity that arose. After receiving his
To the great heart and fortified fortress that clung to my name, establishing its base, strengthening its pillars, and crafting its history.
To the one whose memory continues to console me whenever nostalgia overwhelms me and my suffering
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You're the rose in the heart of a summery winter,
All the roses of the world have died... except you.
How can I resist the shimmering magic of the waves in your petals?
A wave.. or a tree.. creeping towards me??
The night is dense
“Civilizations die by suicide, not by murder.” With this striking observation, the British historian Arnold Toynbee summarized in his renowned study on the rise and fall of civilizations one of the profound truths of history: nations do not collapse merely because crises occur, but because they fail to respond to them.
Storms are not necessarily the end of the road. They can instead
