Antοnis: Sun still burns and the rain still falls.
Antοnis: Where I lead me
Antοnis: 1.5.1, 2.5.5, eternity.
Antοnis: Some people stand like trees, without a word.
Antοnis: Whatever you're dreaming of
Antοnis: Bloodletting
Antοnis: Dreams are like water
Antοnis: Moth
Antοnis: We'll find our own way home somehow.
Antοnis: Five to one
Antοnis: He walked through the rain and he walked through the mud.
Antοnis: The leavers dance
Antοnis: Dreams: At the bottom of them we percieve the merciless onslaught of reality.
Antοnis: A love affair deja vu
Antοnis: We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Antοnis: That smile on her face was starting to crack...
Antοnis: Five black bottles. "One is for my sister" she said.
Antοnis: Praetorian
Antοnis: Where the clouds pull apart and the moon changes faces.
Antοnis: Today. At last.
Antοnis: Sometimes i'm dreaming where all the other people dance.
Antοnis: Come to me.
Antοnis: A cloak made from angels' breath.
Antοnis: Paper warm beings.
Antοnis: Tales from the old train station.
Antοnis: Mongrel meets his maker
Antοnis: The truth is....
Antοnis: As it flashed before my eyes.
Antοnis: Close your eyes dear and count now to seven.
Antοnis: Disarmed