We came out of the dark. Then we lit the first fire, and a glowing ball surrounded us, pushing the darkness around us. There are more of us. Fireballs have become more. And now the walls of these balls collide, showering us with sparks of anxiety and stress. And in order to somehow calm our…
There is nothing more romantic than dancing in the twilight of summer silence. When you hear every breath, heartbeat and rustle of touch. When there is a taste of lips and warmth of hot breath. Music, only slightly and gently touching you, picks up and leads through the waves of pale shadows starved to the light. From you emanates light, which is so dark lacks.