Life seems to me to be about sharing. Sharing fragile and tiny moments of intense emotions. Sharing with unknown persons as well as with close friends.

Very often I am willing to share something, mostly there is nobody able to feel or understand what I experience.

Very few persons feel these things as I do, and they are nor the closest to me. Quite often, they have spent a lot of time abroad.

But the difficult thing is to share when you expect so much from the others.

Written in a plane between Athens and Paris while listening to “Erotiko” by Haris Alexiou (great)

I am in the plane. Outside, an angel is smiling at me through the window. The angel has a loved and well known face. Actually, the angel has several faces.