stefan

...Do you remember how does sounds a footsteps on a wet street in the fall with a yellow and reddish leaves falling down from the branches of sleeping trees and when every rain drop stacks in you hair whispering words of creation that you cannot hear them at once. Some of them attracts your attention the others just have to evaporate and after a countless moments or maybe just a long one, they comes back and finds you on a different street, different city in a country that is just a picture of the map, maybe next fall or spring and you know than that they are here for you. Listen to them, they have a lot to tell. But don't forget, you should listen to your footsteps on a wet street, as well. And than I take a couple of waves from the ocean of rain drops and I'm trying to see an ocean in a drop. But what I see is not an ocean not even a rain drop but my own reflection in it... than silence covers up everything even itself ...Stefan