A shy room, an intimate room. I could not forget what should be forgotten. Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences. And we awoke. The spaces of words are undoubtedly what is most important. Did I drag the outermost? The techno of the northern lights, you sing, is the foreign language. The ideal, whispers the quiet wind, is not necessarily the trimmed trees, the tightly composed book.