It's a surface of the ocean, seemingly quiet, but crashing against the shores ripping hard rocks apart
it is a traveller taking a deep breath as he walks through his home village returning after many many years
It's unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it towards the dark horizon
It's breath of a wolf, after a wild hunt across a forest, with teeth against neck of a deer which loves him!
It's a rumble of thunder! and raindrops falling on molten lava
It's a room painted with graffiti, smashed into the last chair, the last glass, where a breathless heart stands with a frantic expression and laughs crazily!
It's a mute person's hand in boiling water!
It's a white snowflake falling silently in a forest on a dark night.
A song rising up from blue depths.
It's cry of the soul, the cry and desire, the cry and the desire,
you and desire!
It's a fist fight of tears and lips.
It's the love of fire and water.
It is the despair which I cannot live without.