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.