These are some shots of a greek movie made in the late 60's or early 70's. Greece was a little bit behind in those days which is why they are black and white.
The chica on the right is a dreamgirl of mine. I have no idea what her name is or even if she's still alive, but oh what I would give to have a woman with those kinds of eyes you have no idea. Those eyes light up a very strong flame within me.
I wish just this once I could post a song for you all to hear. Very awesome song with very awesome lyrics, but you'll have to bear with me as I give you a very poor translation. The singer is the guy I have in my pics that looks like Ron Jeremy.
For a dream that I had lost,
I know how much I am in pain,
and even if it makes me cry,
I will still want to love,
Pain doesn't belong on mountaintops,
and grief doesn't belong on mountainsides either,
crying is for the eyes,
and hurting is for the heart,
I am not complaining by the fact that you left me,
life has its sorrows and it has its joys,
Pain doesn't belong on mountaintops,
and grief doesn't belong on moutnainsides either,
crying was made for the eyes,
and pain was made for the heart

The chica on the right is a dreamgirl of mine. I have no idea what her name is or even if she's still alive, but oh what I would give to have a woman with those kinds of eyes you have no idea. Those eyes light up a very strong flame within me.

I wish just this once I could post a song for you all to hear. Very awesome song with very awesome lyrics, but you'll have to bear with me as I give you a very poor translation. The singer is the guy I have in my pics that looks like Ron Jeremy.
For a dream that I had lost,
I know how much I am in pain,
and even if it makes me cry,
I will still want to love,
Pain doesn't belong on mountaintops,
and grief doesn't belong on mountainsides either,
crying is for the eyes,
and hurting is for the heart,
I am not complaining by the fact that you left me,
life has its sorrows and it has its joys,
Pain doesn't belong on mountaintops,
and grief doesn't belong on moutnainsides either,
crying was made for the eyes,
and pain was made for the heart
-TM