Stop! he screamed, grabbed the glass and threw it away with his right hand so he poured the remained ouzo. Inside he was burning and was feeling ashamed.
When you spread your hand and no one is there to hang it, you get disapointed When you hear tales and the dragon is missing, it’s all a fraud When you move my string, the ultimate inertia. No resistance ~Like a magnet ~ And that’s what I hate the most!