Because the years are running wild

What we call "Savvopoulos" does not exist. Savvopoulos is a role that I slowly created over the years: The guy with the round glasses, the braces, and later the beard, who goes on stage, makes these songs, makes comments and tells stories. He is "Savvos", as the late Tasos Falireas called him. He is someone else. I am myself. I often get lost in that other person. He is mine. Without me, he would be a flying mess. But now I need him, because I have grown old and I would like to see how I wa...