Me who I was and him who you were
You were staring at the calm long haired unshaved guy in the corner of the room bulging bananas nonstop and looking with glittering eyes. You were angry. “How many times? Stop devouring my money..”
Her who she was and me who I were
We are walking the moony streets, we sit down facing the giant bill board and watch the detergents, vacuum cleaners, insurance plans and laughing faces going on the screen without a word.
What happens when the actor does not feel the director? “Nothing.. keeps on eating bananas, I suspect this is the reason he comes here everyday for the rehearsal.”
Me who I was and him who you were
See you in Rome
Ithaka is lost 