Fading away, parting as tears fall with a fear that there is no return, it starts to brighten up and slowly gets closer to a pure hope that the present will always be magical.
Only when she rises and turns, she feels the fresh rhythms, standing firmly, breathing deeply, she walks ahead, a half smile looking good on her face.
- Morning Sunlight Carrier
- Of Monsters and Men and This Journey
- She Wanted Storms
- Godard… Breathless and Alive
- Ninety-Nine Times out of a Hundred