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Κυριακή, Μαρτίου 29
Τρίτη, Μαρτίου 24
Τρίτη, Μαρτίου 17
Παρασκευή, Μαρτίου 6
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself — so like a brother, really — I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."