29 April 2012
This night , all Stars upon the black velvet sky.
Moon is full , like a silver coin.
A dog is barking far away.
Holding Your hand , pale and cold.
Every breath is torment.
Body in pain and agony.
-Will You open the window , so My soul can fly free.
May I leave?
Yes You Can leave now, it is time.
One last long breath.
A dog is barking.
Curtian moves slowly, the moon is hiding behind à cloud.
At Work 3 • Opuss № I