if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

"You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there."

"it is not easy to lose what you never had"
Paulo Coelho

και όμως στα μάτια μου γράφεις υπέροχα...

Ανοίγω τη ντουλάπα, ανοίγω τη βαλίτσα.
Ένα ιδιαίτερο συναίσθημα,
λίγο πριν από κάθε ταξίδι.