My dedication to all the night people. ~Midnight, alone, you~

Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.

As if I was a tree, And would stand in the woods, Taking the rain and the snow. As if I was a tree, Standing in the field, Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds. As if I was, as if ...

~Slowly the rivulet flows, paving the way~

Ici le temps est absent. --- for Trevor

June, the summer is in full swing. We cook jam from wild rose petals (or more precisely, Svetlana brews, I play for her).

Train of destiny comes when you do not expect it.

Musique pour ne rien faire. Because of summertime, summertime...

~For whom who far away~ Also: "The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.' "Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?" "Funny…

Perpetual motion of things that will not stop even when we're no longer here. Strange feeling. --- "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really... "Do the stars gaze back?" Now…