mr. navy said it was going to be a great fun. u kno, to see all that light patterns and music pieces. i wasn't convinced. all my three dresses were lying on the floor and waiting. i told them that very often waiting's a shit.
actually i'm dreaming about old brooch. i would like it to be given to me in a beautiful little box. it would help me to think up my life, to discover that it's not fear any more, but only pure courage that puts me on difficult paths. i was listening to my brighest diamond while my tea gone cold. mr. navy came and opened the balcony door very wide. 'let's smoke...and by the way, someone left you a note in a mail box' and he gave me a little card. it said: utro moe. i realized that starsong is in town. i smiled. my thoughts went far away, to the end of europe. nearly touching the ocean.
