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A few more steps. A few more efforts to abandon the present. We climb to the top of the hills and we slowly fall into the cleanest pond. A few more swimming strokes. A few more breathings to abandon the balance. All we ask is a kiss. All we want is path. All we fall in love with, is the edge. The edge of the pond in the top of the hill. All we need is a few more steps.
Nickos Chatzopoulos