Vaso Farasopoulou,
When people ask
me how I see myself in twenty years
When people ask me how I see myself in twenty
years-I do not answer-I do not know what to answer. I get nervous, I retreat
and I just wander off among the rabble.
When people ask me how I see myself in twenty
years, my thoughts escape me, my noble dreams proliferate and the chimeric
journey begins.
When people ask me how I see myself in twenty
years, I stir up the memories of the past, I blend them with those of the
present and then contemplate what form, what taste and what colour those in the
future will have.
When people ask me how I see myself in twenty
years, sometimes I feel sad, sometimes I am happy and sometimes Ι resent the
question. Plans are many, life is short and I am constantly getting older.
When people ask me how I see myself in twenty
years, I do not answer, not by choice but rather by ignorance. What could I
possibly answer? Besides, nobody knows...
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