“I’ve had your tears with mine, and you’ve had mine with yours.
I think that’s more intimate even than a kiss.”

Our very, very ancient
ancestors,
came from the sea,
carrying in their souls,
secrets of newborn stars,
many unfamiliar planets,
the taste of exotic interstellar dust,
music of cold void,
dreams of electromagnetic mist,
and thousand of voices – a chorus
song…

All this was a special gift
from Time,
a gift which liked to shape itself
into your heartbeats,
into a slow wind of life.

My soul and your soul,
my consciousness and your
consciousness,
between the darkness and the light…

(Art allows us to keep candles of hope
in our hands…)

We should remember,
history has its own laws and patterns,
we can find them as a useful illusion…
or not… ?

There are pain among us,
surrounding days of sorrow.
hm… but
you have untouchable places
in your heart
which will never suffer
from sorrow or pain,
because the real beauty
comes from deep goodness
not from artificial works…

Rain, rain, rain,
pink clouds touching the sky
and than,
a sunny day, full of glory
is arriving at least
in time,
you see, don't worry,
it is nothing strange…