Sand turning into the sea, and the sea into the sky
A shot of a motorcyclist on a motorcycle turning backwards
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
A stormy waterfall, turning into a river, among greenery
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