Sometimes I think
What is this world?
Is it the day with the night
Or love and cold?
I close my eyes
And feel the wind
Of our life
(all past our lifes)
But I don’t know
It is true or false
Just think that the world
It is more then words
I think we live
To touch a dream,
To find a secrets,
Be cleanEr
And all those things
That people do
It is just a chance
Paint the white in the blue
2014 год
Картина Рене Магритта "Препятствие пустоты" 1965 год