• On the tips of my toes, with the world circling the sky in a fast moving picture, life seemingly becomes alive -> I play not the pawn but the observer, away from the stench of labor and cries of man, in a place only the clouds can reach. With my face to the sky with the wind to my breasts, everything is silent, for a moment, in a frozen time known only to us, and observed only by us, when the door is closed but the window remains open. Sweeter than the sweetest kiss is this hour and it is warmer than the greatest embrace; but I will leave this place, which only exists in a second, with my arms outstretched and fingers apart.