My eyes start to sparkle like stars...
my face turns red, like Mars...

I walk this empty street.
Hearing the strange sounds of his feet...

To kill a mockingbird is a sin,
you didn't have any permission...

We are alike in many ways,
writing them all down would take many days...

You're the air that i breathe, the sun that i see.
I am the flower and you are the honeybee...

My heart burns,
as the Earth turns...

DEDICATED TO MY GRANDFATHER, GEORGE A. MAVROUDIS
Everything is so beautiful in this field...