From a place far from the sea and close to clouds, she wrote: here, the moon looks like a wide bright smile; the great bear is really big. Hence, close to the horizon. The towns are like fantastic bazaars. It gave me the feeling as if I have travelled back in time… Wait for the full moon… when the frenzy outlandish dance begins.
My left ear listens to the rain. Calm, persistent, soothing rain. I feel like cold velvety water is running down on the left side of my neck, drawing invisible pictographs along my spine.
It is a strange black and white combination I can see while listening to that song evanescently overlapping the sound of rain. A large window caught in a gothic arcade, and the moonlight coming through like delicate arms wearing a pale translucent fabric falling down the wooden floor. There is nothing to touch but the soft texture of piano sound. The more I listen the more I feel the dance deep within. A dainty mesmerizing dance caught in a rolling camera view. Motion blurred shadows, sharp reflections, and geometry of footfalls on wooden floor. The subtle, almost inaudible sound of cloth flapping like butterfly’s wings. Grace and full moon, one jump, two jumps and the arch body lays down on darkness, painting elusively with light and shadows some incredibly short stories of delicate, never spoken love.
