fearing the foreignness entering still, just to explore leaving the warm certainty loosing the new game the highscores we made before are a forgotten imagination of an invented name bored by the new excited of wrinkled vintage getting lost in the try to satisfy our needs while searching for a ******. reaching the top of an endless gorge behind you is what you want in the fall is what you need who of you would turn? who would prefer a german Gift? who will earn? a Gift like grass, like leaves, like the smell of these, sometimes like the sea's, so green. like the sky, the tide, merging in their insides, sometimes like the sea's so blue. the clue is to fly, from level to level leaving all of the coins keep place in your 60's pocket for what in a new level wont let you feel forlorn