I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
(Bob Dylan, "Not Dark Yet", 1997)
*ορειχάλκινο έργο της Μαρίας Παπακωνσταντίνου
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