The image is like in a kaleidoscope, it feels like it's about to change to another picture
Fabulous art, sickles of the moon on the crowns of trees, a girl on a ladder to a tree, rises to one of them
The smell caused the sneakers to smoke, the laces to untie
I wanted to eat ice cream, but I was frozen to the bone
A girl in Venice dressed in a masquerade to go to a ball
Branch to me and so on to the east of the city center
A man goes to the sky to the door on a ladder of books