The window still won't come out on the battlefield and not only on
A hand with a spiked rose on the arm and a ring on the finger
The cat lies on the asphalt on its back and looks into the camera
A man sits on the floor and looks at the giant sun
The planet is light and warmth on my soul and on me even if absolutely no one
Calm in the sea, a white lighthouse on the shore, and in the distance a ship with white sails
The apple doesn't fall far from the apple tree on the ground and on me
A little girl with long hair is lying on the floor and next to her are three red apples