On the wooden table is a white cup with coffee, cinnamon, liver and coffee beans
An abstraction similar to drops on a gray background
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
The gateway to a fabulous city among the sea surface
What happiness it is to listen to mom's fairy tales before going to bed