Transparent skin of mushrooms Under the light of innervation Trees dressed in a blanket of moss Stretch out their bald, long arms Dark and thin hands Trying to reach each other

Thick Fog - Silent Hill Wild grasses blanketed with brown and red leaves Every now and then I slip

The sky is filled with a vast cloud. It probably extends over the entire forest. Maybe a city or even a country. It covers the globe.

I hear my own footsteps On the stones of the gravel road I've been walking on it for 20 years Silent silence and my old, faithful dog And my soulmate rose to the sky Like an inexhaustible butterfly