The baby is standing and waiting so as not to be warmed by the fireplace
Sand turning into the sea, and the sea into the sky
It seems to be so easy to jump to the neighboring planet
To see Paris in the evening and die. To die in order to be resurrected in the morning
The kid in the basket wants to get out of there to skip to look for his mother
Field cornflowers turn blue among the ears of wheat
The artist plunged into the album that turned out to be an image the colors are moving away
What happiness it is to listen to mom's fairy tales before going to bed