Something opened up.

The Town of Aved�re, three forgotten bars of a pop hit. Figs above the view. In the evening, the light seemed to move closer to my skin and there is a happiness flickering in front of my eyes. We have the same eyes. Where does ruined language want to go? In the lips and in the skin. Wind, drag me with you across the plains, drag me all the way down to the cliffs. Not seek shelter.

Not seek shelter. Not seek shelter. Not seek shelter. Not seek shelter.

Not seek shelter.