ΔΩΣΤΕ ΑΠΑΝΤΗΣΕΙΣ - English

Every crowd is made of anonymous. Crowds wich are finite as an eggshell, endless as its curves. Nonsensical as me. Inside each egg in market's shelves, there is a anonymous: not a male or a female, but both. An anonymously dead chicken, wich has the most royal spirit: those non-hatched eggs has a spirit, differently from the crowds, crowds doesn't even have a soul. Not at all. Otherwise, anonymous people have souls, even being part of the crowd. Each boundless soul guides any watchful observer to a spirit, sometimes wise, sometimes wise, sometimes narrow.

Narrow spirits spoil the crowd, but none of them can influence it. Nonsensical - just me. Each person who has a soul doesn't remain anonymous: this person will know others, soon, its a known person. But there will always be those who don't know that person.  Each one can´t meet everyone, and although each one know about everyone, everyone will never have a clue about each one. They just won't. So each known is always anonymous. Always. As me.