It was sunny day..that what we made..

In the worlds filled with kites..i took color from our souls and paint..took my hair and wove ropes to their fastenings..to push up high..

Don’t be afraid of hights you told me..a rising sea dawned again sailing the light of our words waves..under the endless sea..

Our memory snowing from the wander window..pure souls ..in journey to the native land..

We write in a stone bridge ..because we passionately believing something that does not exit yet..we creat it.