Αποστολή με μήνυμα ηλεκτρονικού ταχυδρομείου. Τετάρτη, 7 Αυγούστου 2013. Ξύπνα, Μικρό Μου Κι Άκουσε,. Άκου Μινόρε Της Αυγής,. Για Σένανε Είναι Γραμμένο,. Από το Κλάμα, Κάποιας Ψυχής.

The World turns, the Sun recedes and the cover of nighttime descends. Like the shutting of a casket eyelid. Light and dark, nighttime and day, black-and-white, right and incorrect, live, dead, feigning.

Had you asked me a week ago if we were successful at doing that I would have probably told you that, yes, in fact, she was adjusting brilliantly and life continues on, smoothly if not differently. I would have told about our new normal and all the things that entails. I would have said all is as well as it can be and that we were holding up quite nicely thank-you-very-much.