christinapanteli: the art of surviving
christinapanteli: What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart.. The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract by this, and this only, we have existed
christinapanteli: You are only coming through in waves your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
christinapanteli: Violence..
christinapanteli: Lord can you hear me now, or am I lost..