Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Urban

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-​August and the city…

Οι επτά άγγελοι των Φιλίππων

Και στη γη των Μακεδόνων φθάσαμε και στου Άξιού το ρεύμα και στον ελώδη της Βόλβης νεροκαλαμώνα και στο βουνό το Παγγαίο, στην Ηδωνίδα γη. Και τη νύχτ” αυτή σήκωσ” ο θεός πρώιμο χειμώνα και παγώνει του Στρυμόνος το αγνό το ρεύμα. Και (τότε) ακόμη κι…

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