tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16358697299552460642024-03-13T18:38:46.361+02:00Life, SimplyDepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-87002022887912266342021-11-06T23:34:00.002+02:002021-11-07T20:58:54.835+02:00Κάποιος μου είπε ότι η Κρήτη πονάει<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1tb-Pzi3xM/YYb0fKFntwI/AAAAAAAAG24/6WbsEsBgFRs5tF0MUKgVG4eWqm-qeEYqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s450/gazepi-mylos.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="450" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1tb-Pzi3xM/YYb0fKFntwI/AAAAAAAAG24/6WbsEsBgFRs5tF0MUKgVG4eWqm-qeEYqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/gazepi-mylos.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Πρόσφατα ένιωσα…</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Ένιωσα ξαφνιασμένη βγαίνοντας</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">από το αεροδρόμιο στο Ηράκλειο Κρήτης, δεν περίμενα τόσους τουρίστες τέλη Οκτωβρίου.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Ένιωσα τον ήλιο να μου χαϊδεύει το δέρμα με αυτό τον ιδιαίτερο τροπο που μόνο στην Κρήτη συμβαίνει.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> </span></span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ένιωσα την συνείδηση μου να επεκτείνεται στην απεραντοσύνη του ορίζοντα στα βουνά του νησιού…ο Coelho θα ένιωθε υπέροχα εκεί ψηλά…</span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Σύντομα, ευτυχώς αρκετά σύντομα, ένιωσα την αγαλλίαση που με κυριεύει κάθε φορά που βλέπω τους ανθρώπους που θεωρώ δεύτερη μου οικογένεια.</span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Σύντομα, δυσάρεστα νωρίς, ένιωσα να σφίγγεται το είναι μου διαπιστώνοντας το βάθος της ζημιάς του σεισμού της 27<span style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>ης</sup></span> Σεπτεμβρίου. Πέρασα από το Χουμέρι, ένα μόνο από τα πολλά χωριά τα οποία έχουν ελάχιστα σπίτια που είναι ακόμα κατοικήσιμα. Είδα τα σύντριμμα, σπίτια με ολόκληρα κομμάτια τους να κρέμονται ή να έχουν πέσει τελείως στο πλάι. Είδα ανθρώπους που προσπαθούσαν με μηχανήματα να ανοίξουν πρόσβαση μέσα από τα σύντριμμα για να μπορέσουν να φτάσουν σε κάποια σπίτια… Αναρωτήθηκα, εκεί κατάφεραν να παν οι επιτροπές; Ή τα σημείωσαν ως μη κατοικήσιμα με συνοπτικές διαδικασίες; Πού βρίσκονται άραγε οι άνθρωποι που ζούσαν εδώ; </span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Περνώντας μέσα από το Αρκαλοχώρι είδα γνώριμους δρόμους να είναι έρημοι, ρημαγμένοι, με τα σημάδια της καταστροφής παντού.</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Έμαθα κάτι που δεν ήξερα, ότι στην περιοχή γίνονταν σεισμοί όλο το καλοκαίρι… Πώς είναι η ζωή όταν για μήνες γίνονται συνεχώς σεισμοί διαφόρων εντάσεων; Οι Κρητικοί, οι μοναδικοί αυτοί άνθρωποι, στην κατάσταση που μπορείς να φανταστείς, νοιάστηκαν για εμένα, για την κούραση μου και για τα νέα μου… Οι άνθρωποι που πριν λίγες μέρες ήταν στις σκηνές και δεν είχαν πρόσβαση στα υπάρχοντα τους… Κάποιοι δεν έχουν μπορέσει να επιστρέψουν ακόμα στα σπίτια τους και ίσως περάσουν μήνες μέχρι να βρεθεί κανονική κατοικία για αυτούς. </span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Έμαθα ότι η συμπαράσταση των κατοίκων του νησιού ήταν τρομερή. Άνθρωποι οδήγησαν ώρες για να έρθουν να προσφέρουν βοήθεια ή δυο κουβέρτες, ένα ζευγάρι παπούτσια, χωρίς καν να έχουν κάποιο γνωστό στην περιοχή. Έμαθα ότι εστιατόρια και καταστήματα κάθε είδους έστειλαν απίστευτες ποσότητες φαγητού και νερού για να μην πεινάσει ο κόσμος. Έμαθα ότι εταιρείες έστειλαν ολοκαίνουρια πράγματα όπως ρούχα και παπούτσια, τα οποία κατα κύριο λόγο δεν έφτασαν καν στο χώρο διαλογής… Έμαθα και ένιωσα ότι οι σεισμοί στην Κρήτη είναι σαν να σε χτυπάει κάτι κάτω από το έδαφος και συνοδεύονται από βουητό… Το είχα ζήσει μόνο μια φορά στο παρελθόν, πάλι στην Κρήτη, και το είχα ξεχάσει. Δεν είμαι μαθημένη σε τέτοιου είδους σεισμούς, αλλά επειδή δεν βίωσα τον μεγάλο σεισμό του Σεπτεμβρίου δεν είχα λόγο να νιώθω τον τρόμο που ένιωθαν πολλοί γύρω μου. Είδα τα μάτια πολλών ανθρώπων να κρύβουν τρόμο και πόνο πίσω τους… Να γουρλωνουν στην παραμικρή υποψία σεισμού και να βουρκώνουν στους σεισμούς που γινόταν. Είδα να με κοιτούν με απορία για την έλλειψη φόβου μου. Έμαθα ότι δε φοβούνται να μιλήσουν για αυτό που νιώθουν. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι μένει στο σπίτι στο οποίο ήταν όταν έγινε ο μεγάλος σεισμός γιατί δεν μπορεί να πάει άλλου… Κάποιος μου είπε ότι είναι τρομοκρατημένος που πρέπει να μένει στο σπίτι στο οποίο ήταν όταν έγινε ο σεισμός, κι ας μην έχει μεγάλη ζημιά. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι μένει σε ένα σπίτι με σοβαρές ζημιές επειδή δεν έχει άλλες επιλογές. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι ο χώρος όπου εργάζεται είναι πολύ επικίνδυνος αλλά πρέπει να συνεχίσει να πηγαίνει στη δουλειά. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι ο ιδιοκτήτης του σπιτιού όπου νοικιάζουν τους ζήτησε το ενοίκιο για ένα σπίτι το οποίο είναι μη κατοικήσιμο και θα περάσουν μήνες μέχρι να μπορέσουν να γίνουν επιδιορθώσεις. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι ο εργοδότης του τους έδωσε μέρος να μείνει μαζί με την οικογένεια του, χωρίς καμία υποχρέωση ή επιβάρυνση. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι ο ιδιοκτήτης του σπιτιού που νοικιάζει τον πήρε τηλέφωνο από την πρώτη μέρα και πρόσφερε βοήθεια και απαλλαγή ενοικίου. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι δεν μπορεί να κοιμηθεί το βράδυ και το κρύβει γιατί πρέπει να είναι δυνατός για την οικογένεια του. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι δακρύζει κάθε φορά που περνάει έξω από το ερείπιο που έχει απομείνει από το σπίτι του. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι τα σύντριμμα που βλέπω ήταν οι κόποι όλης του της ζωής. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι δε ξέρει πώς να στηρίξει τα παιδιά του που φοβούνται. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι φοβάται να κλειδώσει την πόρτα του μπάνιου. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι φοβάται να αφήσει τα παιδιά του να πάνε στο σχολείο. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι όταν η μαμά του είναι κοντά, δε γίνονται σεισμοί. Κάποιος μου είπε ότι η Κρήτη πονάει…</span></p><div><br /></div>DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-78385129189927479822016-04-09T23:29:00.000+03:002016-04-09T23:29:06.965+03:00Every new street<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In every trip I find one more missing piece of myself. Each travel is unique, especially the ones to unknown places.Collecting the vibes of the neighborhoods, their people and their cultures, the buildings and the parks, from the oldest to the newest ones. This is what completes my soul, bit by bit, helping it grow and become what it is meant to be. Even the most ordinary places have their own stories imprinted and stored in their streets, the air, the atmosphere. And if it is a place I have walked before, with any new visit there will be new energy instilled in the mixture and will add yet another piece of my puzzle, one that I did not know was missing. </div>
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For we are each part of the universe and the universe is part of each of us. </div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-77691114542477874282015-12-01T21:54:00.000+02:002015-12-01T21:54:10.168+02:00It is so difficult to love people...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To love others means to care about them. It means that you want them to be happy. No matter how far away you may be, you think about them and you want their lives to be good. And if you find that there is something unpleasant happening to them, you want to go and fix it straight away, you want to protect them from everything and anything unpleasant. But you can't always do that, it's not as simple and often not possible at all. Because the things that make life complicated and some times hard, are very often out of our control. </div>
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It is so difficult to love people... It includes that a piece of your heart is with the people you love and it gets hurt when they do, it skips a bit when they are happy, it shares hopes and dreams and disappointments.</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-12521363819442539342015-07-19T01:31:00.000+03:002015-07-19T01:31:36.395+03:00''Look where you want to go...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
... or you will go where you were looking at''.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP6HMvBmkDI/VarTgz2E3JI/AAAAAAAAAw4/XcKsvEfVnzM/s1600/lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP6HMvBmkDI/VarTgz2E3JI/AAAAAAAAAw4/XcKsvEfVnzM/s200/lost.jpg" width="200" /></a>This was one of the first things my driving instructor told me when she first put me in the driver's seat. I hadn't heard this before and I was too worried about other things at the time. But it is really important when you're driving, isn't it? Especially when you actually know how to drive, your hands will slightly stir towards where you're looking at, without you realizing it. The same thing happens when you walk as well. If you think about it, this also applies in life. And the wheel of life is how you think, act, react and make decisions. That's why role models are so influential, this is what mentors are thee for. To help you focus on where you want to go. This is how we are wired and there's no changing that. If you keep looking back, you won't be able to move forward. If you keep looking down, or even at your own level, you won't rise higher. This isn't just about ambitions and career, it is purely subjective to define what is forward or higher for you. Still, if you focus on the past or the small picture, you will be stuck where you are. Focus on the long run and see the bigger image, that's where your fulfillment is and this is what will draw you to it, this is what will make you take each step towards it. </div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-88493094766440224432015-05-26T23:02:00.000+03:002015-05-26T23:03:31.303+03:0024 ωρες Κρητης<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Μια αγκαλια που μου ειχε λειψει για 3 χρονια. </div>
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Το φιλι της κρητικης θαλασσας που τοσο λαχταρισα.</div>
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Και τοσο μεγαλη που ειναι η Κρητη, ειχε κι αλλη μια παραδεισενια γωνια για να ανακαλυψω.</div>
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Να φταιει ο ηλιος, να φταιει το νερο, να φταιει η αλμυρα στον αερα; Για καποιο λογο παντως, ο καφες εχει αλλη γευση εκει, σαν υγρο βελουδο δροσερο.</div>
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Και που να φανταστω οτι θα ξαναβλεπα το αυτοκινητο μου;! Τοσο παλιο, τοσο μικρο, τοσο ταλαιπωρημενο, μα με τοσες αναμνησεις και περιπετειες φορτωμενο!</div>
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Και η πιο απροσμενη εκπληξη, στη νταλα του μεσημεριου αγναντευοντας τη θαλασσα απο καπου να παιζει το τραγουδι που σημαδεψε τα πρωτα χρονια μιας τρελης κι ατελειωτης περιπετειας. Να θυμιζει αλλους καιρους και αλλα μερη, μα εξ'ισου εντονα χαραγμενα μεσα μου, εξ'ισου σημαντικα για αυτο που ειμαι τωρα. Ενα τραγουδι οχι πολυ γνωστο, κομματι που παιζουν κυριως εκεινες τις μικρες πρωινες ωρες, που ομως παντα τις νιωθεις τοσο μεγαλες...</div>
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Μια βολτα στους μεθυσμενους δρομους του νησιου, μια σταση στην απιστευτη βαρκα αραγμενη στην ακρη ενος βουνου - η θαλασσα χιλιομετρα μακρια κι ακομα απορω πως βρεθηκε εκει!</div>
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Ολα αυτα, μεσα σε 24 μονο ωρες. Παντα ηξερε να με ταρακουναει γερα αυτο το νησι κι αυτη τη φορα μαλλον του ειχα λειψει κι εγω...</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-42261904954716692662015-05-09T00:41:00.000+03:002015-05-09T00:41:13.603+03:00The things you do for yourself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Remember that night in November when we went swimming in the sea and it was 4 degrees outside?</div>
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How about when we drove 460km in one afternoon just for fun?</div>
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And when we were driving down a mountain and we were stopped by a group of free range bulls, we were in a red car as well!</div>
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Oh, how many amazing nights at the beach, with fire, alcohol, friends or just the stars!</div>
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And so, so many more...</div>
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All those unexpected things, the crazy nights and the spontaneous adventures. When the vibe of the group was so great and the crazy ideas lead to such fantastic times. In those memories, there are no selfies, no online check-ins, no phones or distractions at all, actually. This is exactly why these memories are so clear and intense. We truly lived the moment to the fullest and we needed nothing more to be happy.</div>
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This is the kind of experiences that we don't need to brag about, we don't want to share them with anyone who wasn't there. We may not have been friends with all of them, some we may not even remember their names. But we remember how awesome it felt, to follow the moment, to live for the here and the now. An idea came up, we felt it, we did it. That is the real fun, the things you do for yourself.</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-8999715401842182012015-04-19T22:39:00.000+03:002015-04-19T22:39:44.654+03:00Grey Sundays<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Even though everything is gray and kinda chilly outside, you want to keep the window open, get glimpses of the lazy life down at the street, feel the fresh air between your hair and a great book on your lap. A lazy Sunday evening indeed. You allow the music to mix up and mess up your emotions, your memories, your dreams... Just like when we were teenagers, although back then there weren't as many memories... The dreams? We never stopped dreaming, aren't you glad? The intensity of moments long gone, the desire for future moments... The longing for pleasant surprises of life, the recklessness of refusing to shield up for the bad things that may come... So, what if they come? You know us, we can face anything. There will always be evenings like this, times of peace, love for a blessed life. How wonderful would it be if we could share this feeling? This feeling is the answer to the question 'Are you happy?' How rarely people ask this question though... Are they afraid to ask, or are they afraid they might be asked the same thing? </div>
DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-66414468292471974102014-10-20T23:22:00.000+03:002014-10-20T23:22:53.627+03:00Memories, unfiltered<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Moments with family, times with the people who are precious to you. Great times with friends, unique experiences, moments of triumph and big achievements. Simple walks in nature, admiring beautiful sunsets and wonderful scenery. Discovering secret beaches, rare flowers, or just cute animals.</div>
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That moment when your pet does the most unexpected thing, or when your child makes their first steps. When your other half smiles happily. The day that you moved in your new house, or the first drive in your new car. A friend's wedding or your birthday party.</div>
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All kinds of memories are surely fuller, more clear, intense, detailed and maybe even staying with you for longer, if you are focused on the moment. When you open all your senses to the things that make a moment special. </div>
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But, if you are only focusing on which filter you should use on your camera, or which angle you should go with, how will you later remember the way you felt at that moment? If you see the memory only through your lens, what feeling will manage to be imprinted in your heart? </div>
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My opinion? Unless you are an actual photographer at work or an inspirational peak, put your camera down and live life with both your eyes open and <span style="text-align: left;">your hands free to embrace the world. </span></div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-42648184376332301002014-08-18T01:04:00.000+03:002014-08-18T01:04:01.817+03:00My special friends <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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During my life I have always been blessed with extraordinary friends. Funnily, quite a few of them are geniuses, and this is no exaggeration (I know they have papers to prove this, formal objective acknowledgement :P ). Some have unparalleled creative minds, genuine artists of their kind. Some, fewer, have emotional and spiritual 'geniusness'. </div>
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We all love our friends, not for being special, but for who they are and what they make us be. But those ones, the special ones, have allowed me to see the growth and evolution of their talents. It is like watching a small miracle happen! Each and every one of them would blush or laugh and dismiss the topic, but I am proud to say that I admire them all. Each one for their unique mind and soul, all of them for their humility and brilliance. And you know what the oddest part is? Most of them always make me feel like the special one, the talented and admirable. Now, that is quite the emotional experience! </div>
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My special friends, my precious friends, each of them a unique, vibrant colour of my world. </div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-40893487329976406132014-07-16T23:18:00.000+03:002014-07-16T23:18:07.511+03:00Magic!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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witnessed magic happen? That amazing moment when something touches something
else and a miracle happens? When a flower blossoms in an instant, or a
butterfly appears out of nothing? Have you ever seen a transformation? That
magical process where the ugly, clumsy little birdy suddenly reveals a
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find the person who is you true and undeniable 'other half'. Yes, I know it is
a very strange term to use, but it's the only one that really captures the
point. And often, if you are one of the two people involved, you may not
realise just how unique and amazing this is. But if you find out, if you see
that this is what is going on here, wouldn't you want to stay there forever and
grab on to this and never let go? After all, it would be the only rational,
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-90462694770107815592014-07-13T00:55:00.001+03:002014-07-13T00:55:28.199+03:00Twilight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is twilight time in London. Sitting by the river, watching the gorgeous colors of the sky. The lights from the bridges and the buildings add a sense of magic. The air is warm and there is an unusual feeling of peace. Everything is calm, but you know that there is so much happening, not far from here. Parties, festivals, events, this city is constantly celebrating. And even though this city is so full, intense and vibrant, at this moment, this scenery brings to mind a very different time and place. Not so long ago and not so far away, everything was completely different. Sitting on the beach, the waves on my feet, the stars bright and glorious above me. Moments of relaxation in a routine full of hard work, endless partying and so much love!<br />
The change has gone through various phases, some of them more exciting that others, some others quite hard. And now it finally feels like this process is really coming to its end. Not that things will stop changing, not at all. It just feels that from now on, there is a course to follow. As if the process so far was testing different roads without destination and taking turns with no idea where they might lead. But now, now it feels that I have chosen one road. It will surely have some ups and downs, unexpected curves and the occasional bumps, but it will still be the same road. And you know what? It may have taken a lot of driving around blindly and getting lost in order to get here, but the experiences gained on the way are simply priceless!</div>
DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-60117671291834635062014-04-25T02:02:00.000+03:002014-04-25T02:02:30.934+03:00Points of perception<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is a painting that came with the place I rent. I could have replaced it with anything else, something mine, something that suits me and expresses me better. Everyone who sees it, thinks of it as a sloppy, amateur attempt of a sexy and maybe imagination-triggering result. It is still on my wall and it will remain there, because what I see in it is a moment of freedom, carelessness, child-like joyfulness, a hint of a summer day and the lightness of the sun on your skin, the sense of no stress, no danger, no worries. It's like it whispers to me 'You can relax now, you are safe here and nothing can harm you, so go on... Dance as if no one is watching, sing as if no one is listening, fool around as if no one is judging. Because you know what? No one is.'</div>
DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-68518196676319453712014-04-11T00:45:00.001+03:002014-04-11T00:45:42.598+03:00Happy Hour<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yeah, all's good in theory, but I've got news for you, hun. Reality is a bitch and every day life is kinda ruthless. So, practically, it is not possible to put the above quotes in action unless you have unlimited money. I know, I know, that sounds pessimistic and cynical, but wait for it...</div>
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Here's another aspect I have just for you: Positivity is indeed a choice, your choice. So, wanna play the Happy Hour game? Come on, I just used the word 'positivity' in the previous sentence, your subconscious should have forced you to say 'YES!'. </div>
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Here's the deal. Every night when your day is over, take a minute and think of the happiest hour of the day you just had. On day 1, you might have nothing. Don't beat yourself up, you've only just started. But prepare yourself to change this. Find something that makes you happy and try to spend 1 hour doing that the next day. And since happiness doesn't like routine and repetition, you'll have to come up with something new for day 3, something different for day 4, and so on. I wouldn't want you to get bored now, would I? Try this for 2 weeks and see what happens. Doesn't need to be anything extraordinary, could be a nice bubble bath, a good movie, a yoga course, seeing a dear friend, simple things are often the best! Make this a habit and let positivity and happiness fill you life, your mind, your soul and every bit of your existence! Ooops, this probably sounds just a tiny bit too much... Well, you're a smart one, you get the point. </div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-22303012294378969322014-02-07T04:48:00.000+02:002014-02-07T05:14:50.174+02:00Stargazing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is always so relaxing to watch the stars. The sight of a clear night sky gets to everyone as soon as they look up. Is it because it gives a sense of the infinite, a reminder that there is so much more out there that we could see and explore? A whole world, challenging you to discover it! Most people will not take up the challenge, they are not so adventurous and unconventional. There are just a few people who cannot resist their desire to experience as much as they can from this world. They want to enjoy the clear night sky from as many places of the earth as they can. And they will value every moment of it. They will love every new road they take, they will keep in their hearts every beauty they have seen. Sooner or later, they will see that the simplest and closest things can be as mesmerising and inspiring as the most extraordinary ones. But then again, the journey towards this realisation is what makes it so much more special. </div>
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<i>So what if it's raining and who cares if the sky is always red here? Nothing stops you from looking up, who knows, you might be surprised.</i></div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-13730742804656599692014-01-03T05:34:00.000+02:002014-01-03T05:34:20.732+02:00Lost Dreamland<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There was a time when emotions were flowing and overwhelming.</div>
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When we would sit in the dark, turn the radio on and let the music lead us in our dreamland... </div>
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But it was nothing like you would now call a dreamland, it was filled with desire, sorrow, regret, determination and doubt, insecurities and hopes. We couldn't see its true colours, we hadn't lived enough to know them. </div>
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And now, now that we have lived enough and we have discovered most of them? Where is our dreamland now? What did we do, how did we lose that part of ourselves? We still have the same feelings, just as mixed and often irrational as back then. </div>
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Tonight, when you go back home, take the night off from your regular schedule. Pour yourself a drink, turn the lights of, put on the music you listened to all those years ago.I bet you still remember the lyrics. Let them carry you away, let your soul open again as it used to. And after you are done with the memories, let yourself feel again, feel with the same emotional freedom about the life you live now. You might be surprised with the effect.</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-35917235361406223152013-12-15T01:20:00.000+02:002013-12-15T01:22:20.652+02:00A Romantic nature with a cynical mind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>''A romantic is a person who believes in romanticism, which is like a philosophy on life. Romantics love nature, old things like castles and churches, love poetry and beauty, and have a tendency to get carried away by ideas. This can be both bad and good, as most of the original romantics stood up for their beliefs and greatly helped their country, but also went to help people in revolutions and got killed. They also tend to get randomly depressed, but this is because the weather and colors and beautiful things make them act differently than others.''</i></div>
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<i>''Romanticism was a reaction against the order and restraint of classicism and neoclassicism, and a rejection of the rationalism which characterized the Enlightenment.''</i></div>
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The romantic nature that gives you the ability to see the world in a magical, wonderful way.</div>
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And your life's experiences that have given you a very different way to see others.</div>
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Even though you can be seduced by the beauty of small details and minor things, you do not go out looking for them as you do not expect to find them.</div>
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Even though you want to believe in people and give them a chance to amaze you, it comes as no surprise when they fail you.</div>
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<i>'Everyone has an agenda'. </i>Sadly, it is true. Every time you forget this, life makes sure to remind you of it in the most cynical ways.</div>
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And yet, there are people who are pure, innocent, genuinely good hearted, amazingly charming. </div>
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But shhh... don't let anyone see that you are a romantic indeed... They might try to fool you and use this against you, proving that your cynical mind is right. </div>
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Learn your lesson, find your balance. Let your romantic side form your dreams and your cynical mind form your expectations. You might be positively impressed!</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-5485698197273214442013-12-07T13:43:00.002+02:002013-12-07T13:44:27.710+02:00Chameleon People<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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They are everywhere and they are nowhere.</div>
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They look like anyone and are like no one.</div>
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They know a few things about a lot of things, but not a lot of things about one thing.</div>
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They are interested in everything, but passionate about nothing.</div>
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They could be doing anything, but specialise in nothing.</div>
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If the world was black and white, they would still be grey.</div>
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They adjust in any environment and circumstances, but not for too long.</div>
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The life of the Chameleon People is not at all easy or simple...</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-71457885947695297412013-10-29T00:25:00.000+02:002013-10-29T00:26:38.311+02:00I will always remember...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...A homeless person telling me that life can't be that bad<br />
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The night swim in a deserted beach... </div>
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...Spending the night in iced streets</div>
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Another night in unbelievable heat...</div>
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...Waking up in a nightmare </div>
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<span style="text-align: right;"> Driving into a new era...</span></div>
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...The feeling of being loved unconditionally </div>
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The double rainbow above the sea... </div>
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The confusion of my mind being in shock... </div>
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The first time I left everything behind... </div>
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And how cruel loneliness can feel... </div>
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How great the warmth of the sun feels on my skin...</div>
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And how cold but overwhelming it was to stand under a waterfall... </div>
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The first rainbow I saw in London... </div>
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...The last time I saw Crete</div>
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<i>So many things that I will always remember, just one that I will always remind myself: </i></div>
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<i>Life is simple, life is </i><span style="text-align: left;"><i>wonderful,</i></span></div>
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<i>all I have to do is take a second to notice it,</i></div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-4423667784742530172013-09-23T00:10:00.000+03:002013-09-23T00:10:03.795+03:00Take me around the world<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Now call that person and tell them what they mean to you.</div>
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PS No, there's no need for me to call you, you already know it's you.</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-87222903727532034582013-09-22T12:14:00.001+03:002013-09-22T12:14:52.292+03:00Trains passing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Is it coming? Or is it leaving?</div>
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I know, the destination doesn't matter.</div>
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Anywhere but backwards...</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-37927557750344203852013-09-18T00:20:00.000+03:002013-09-18T00:20:02.341+03:00Roller Coaster<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You get on it, and have no idea... You think it will be an intense ride, and that's all. But no, it turned out to be a crazy roller coaster, with the most unbelievable twists, the scariest downs and the most boosting ups. I was never one to be intense for long, though... So, I thought, for how long can a roller coaster flip you around? As it turns out, much much longer than you'd imagine! I've been on it since late April and I still can't see the end of the ride. I'm not scared, by now I know I can take it. But I am getting tired of it, very tired, exhausted and worn out. What keeps me going is the moments and bits and pieces that amaze me, impress me, wow me and take my breath away. It's been so long since I felt overwhelmed! But still... I need some stillness. And if the roller coaster doesn't start slowing down soon enough, I might just start considering jumping of. In the end of the day, when you know there is a way, why not use it?</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-36858008466189034222013-09-09T00:10:00.000+03:002013-09-09T00:10:33.736+03:00Τυχαιες λεξεις<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Γραφεις, γραφεις, γραφεις, και τι λες;</div>
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Αραδιαζεις γραμμες, σκεψεις, λεξεις, βγαζεις απωθημενα, εκτονωνεις συναισθηματα, κουνας το δαχτυλο και κλεινεις το ματι...</div>
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Για ποιον γραφεις; Για σενα ή για μενα. Ή μηπως για κανενα; Για εκεινον ή για εκεινη;</div>
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Κι ολα αυτα που γραφεις, οταν τελειωσεις, οταν κουραστουν τα δαχτυλα και ησυχασει το πληκτρολογιο, εισαι σιγουρος οτι θελεις να κανεις το κλικ και να τα 'ανεβασεις'; </div>
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Διαλεγεις τη λιστα με τη μουσικη, βαζεις το ποτο ή μηπως προτιμας καφε;</div>
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Τι θελεις να πεις πραγματικα; </div>
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Μερικες φορες, το μονο που χρειαζεσαι ειναι μια ζεστη αγκαλια, καμια λεξη δε μπορει να σε καλυψει, μονο στη σιωπη μπορεις να νιωσεις. </div>
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Κι ολα αυτα που γραφεις, ειναι προσπαθεια να εκφρασουν οσα σκεφτεσαι και οσα νιωθεις ή μηπως να τα κρυψουν; </div>
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Απο τον εαυτο σου δε μπορεις να κρυβεσαι για πολυ, να το θυμασαι. </div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-44313840246020378032013-09-01T00:41:00.000+03:002013-09-01T00:43:37.067+03:00The story of the fish in the dish <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There was a fish that wanted to go in a dish... But the dish was not ready yet. The fish did not want to be alone. So, it thought that if it brought some company, maybe the dish would be happier to take them all. The fish did not know what to bring. But it had excellent skills and was quite popular, so it experimented a bit until it found the most suitable friends for this adventure. It was a very smart fish, wise one might say. It knew that this was not about the best friends it could have, it was about the ones that would help make this work better. So the fish chose its friends, presented them to the dish and the dish was now excited to host them all! And so, they began an amazing adventure, with the best conditions and perspectives. Every journey starts with a small... bite ;)</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-7306637506204023412013-06-25T13:15:00.001+03:002013-06-25T13:15:57.740+03:00Mind capacity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are times when the mind gets overwhelmed. And it feels as if it allocates 130% on a basic matter, 60% on other matters and still leaves another 10% for the smaller ones. It keeps on processing at all times, in your sleep, when you eat, when you shower. Time management gets tricky and is another issue. Those are the times you may wish you could create extra time. Not to take some things off your head, not to slow down, nor to change your deadlines. Just create some extra time, only for you and your mind, so that it will manage to get through and deliver. And your thoughts go on and on and on, circling around, coming back to the individual things you need to take care of, re-evaluating the decisions you've made, coming up with better ones. In the most unexpected moments, irrelevant thoughts blink in your head and they actually distract you, they take over your focus. In the few hours of the day that you are not preoccupied like this, the mind has the annoying habit of focusing on the tiny 1% that you actually wish you wouldn't think about. The 1% that you were hoping to avoid now that you have so many important things taking control of your mind...</div>
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DepInLondonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120421131162490152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635869729955246064.post-52176323633222942632013-06-03T01:33:00.000+03:002013-06-03T01:36:44.415+03:00My Kuwait...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Spends the evenings on a terrace and the amazing</div>
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Tastes like sand and salt...</div>
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Redefines 'Respect'...<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"> Has no space for stress and misery... </span></div>
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Has a secret life for the selected ones... </div>
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Sings every kind of music...</div>
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Dances under the moonlight...</div>
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Turns dinner to unique experience...</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Makes art out of colourful</span><span style="text-align: center;"> lights... </span></div>
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Loves to play with your mind, frustration, distraction, confusion, illusion...</div>
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Goes easy on the open minded...</div>
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Blows your mind with the architecture... </div>
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Feels like silk on your skin...</div>
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Is pushing you to enjoy life...</div>
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Brightens up when you smile...</div>
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