mona_dee: Χρόνια πολλά φίλε μου. A million flowers for you!
mona_dee: I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts
mona_dee: The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship
mona_dee: Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate.
mona_dee: Stargazer! You with your head in the heavens!
mona_dee: China-Pfanne, chinese stir-fry