Tora pou phra fora de stamatao. Mono mia epilogh pali.
Tora pou phra fora de stamatao. Mono mia epilogh pali.
Life begins at 45°.
Pshfisa BWP, gia tous periergous. No reason.. apla to theoro to kalytero tous eksofyllo.
Life begins at 45°.
Pshfisa to cover tou Still Life giati apla mou fainetai polu tragikh h sugkekrimenh eikona, an prose3eis tous stixous tou album. Ka8ws kai, epeidh mou aresei polu o sundiasmos twn xrwmatwn pou exoun xrhsimopoihsei s auto to cover
xalarouita still life, ti na leme twra..
Orchid yia protwtypia...Se ena apaideuto mati polla exwfylla twn Opeth fainonte idia
"i speak without reservation from what i know and who i am. i do so with the understanding that all people should have the right to offer their voice to the chorus whether the result is harmony or dissonance, the worldsong is a colorless dirge without the differences that distinguish us,
to exwfyllo tou morningrise, opws k to idio tou album, einai poly idiaitero gia mena. k einai k pragmatika omorfo!!!
Reality - larger than man's illusions
or is it me?
protimw to cover tou Blackwater Park, poly atmospheric =P
still life asuzhthth
Akerfeldt Is God \m/
Still Life ki ego...Apisteyta xromata kai poly mounth atmosfaira pragmata pou kollane apolyta me tous Opeth...
Devious movement in your eyes moved me from relief. Breath comes out white clouds with your lies and filters through me. You re close to the final word. You re staring right past me in dismay. A liquid seeps form your chest. And drains me away...
..deliverance..giati oute o Akerfeldt kserei ti einai ayto..
kai vevaia gia na sas mperdepso kai na vgalete lathos statistika pshfisa My Arms
stilaif
Still Life.Varieme na patisw to vote.
Sad..So Sad..A Host of Sorrows..And You are One of Them..
Dream a little dream of me...
I'll laugh until my head comes off.