StoryHere on the boulder / Behind me are orange trees / The sea is calling to me / I wander... Read More
Story Here on the boulder / Behind me are orange trees / The sea is calling to me / I wander and look / I’m leaving, I’m coming / Then I realize that everything is the same and yet it is not / The sky was blue / The sky is rainy and boring now / I was dressed in white and my hair was black / Now I am dressed in black and my hair is white
