There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
The flowers are white the petals are yellow the middle
People are walking along the road. Birds are flying
Two are not sleeping, two are smoking a cigarette of love
In winter, fantasies about snow and fan art are stronger and mmorpg like in the pictures of the blizzard are waiting
Night cities lights are burning houses are visible cars are driving
Coffee beans are scattered and a white cup in which the grains are collected