from right to left we do our best, we try - on the tips, and again anew
first breath, second, third ...
last -
the sound of a trumpet falls in sourdine
lips-freeze-in-words -
we breathe in a traffic roundabout the sleeping thoughts wake up in the corner of the eyes - at the center a statue is playing the statue game in a flight -
we live in a bird that receives first aid breath -
is not in a hurry to live, nor to die,
(it is much more pleasant to breathe beak to beak) -
greedy pores are waiting for an open lip of the lion mouth flower