Errante
Come with me
On the never ending road.
On the track that disappears in the horizon.
At that sweeping point,
Where you can see life as it is. More real even than in a dream.
Take my hand.
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ATHANASIOS KARAMINTZIOS
Come with me
On the never ending road.
On the track that disappears in the horizon.
At that sweeping point,
Where you can see life as it is. More real even than in a dream.
Take my hand.