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Macedonia (Greek: Μακεδονία, Makedonía) is a geographical and historical region of Greece in southeastern Europe. It is the largest and second most populous Greek region. The capital of Macedonia is Thessaloniki.
This northern Greek province incorporates most of the territories of ancient Macedon, the kingdom ruled by the Argeads whose most celebrated members were Alexander the Great and his father Philip II.
Even before the establishment of the Modern Greek state in 1830, it was identified as a Greek province. Greek Macedonians came to be of particular importance during the Balkan Wars when they were a minority population inside the Ottoman province of Macedonia. The Macedonians now have a strong regional identity, manifested both in Greece and by emigrant groups in the Greek diaspora. This sense of identity has been highlighted in the context of the Macedonian naming dispute after the break-up of Yugoslavia, in which Greece objects to its northern neighbour calling itself the "Republic of Macedonia", since explicit self-identification as Macedonian is a matter of national pride for many Greeks.
.Gloomy Sunday.Δεξί, αριστερό, δεξί, αριστερό...88,89,90,91..
Μετράω από μέσα μου τα βήματα καθώς ακούω τις διαφημίσεις του ραδιοφωνικού σταθμού, περιμένοντας να ξεκινήσει το επόμενο "hit" με περιέργεια. Νιώθω τα δάχ
The Better SonAchilles is calling me.
Andromache is crying for me.
Paris is looking at me.
Helen is looking away from me.
My father is looking through me.
And Achilles is calling.
It might as well be Thanatos calling, or Lachesis putting her terrible blade against my lifeline. I am no fool; I know my strengths and my weaknesses, and if maybe one would argue that our skills could compete, I know it in my heart that my armor and my ire are nothing compared to the ones the prince of the Myrmidons possesses; it doesn't matter it's Achilles' thorax around my ribs. It doesn't matter it's Achilles' helmet I am clasping securely under my chin. Divine as these weapons are, they are not really mine. I have not really conquered them. They have just passed from one usurper to another, and just like they brought death to the first one, so will they to the second.
Achilles is calling.
My father is looking through me.
I pick up the sword that is aching to return to its real wielder, who is manically screaming in l
.Alive.Your flame lights me on, I'm burning slowly..
I feel your trembling hands on my body.
I hear the gentle solo on the radio, the tranquility of the night.
I'm looking at the only shining star.
Millions of thoughts in my mind.
The absence of a person..
You observe the empty streets,
Your look seems abstracted
A whispered melody wants to be heard,
I'll be gone in a little, I'm aware of it.
You'll erase my life.
Somewhere else you'll look for the person you miss.
But you will see me again. This night in your dream. At the same empty window.
Do not sleep again before you'll feel ..