tales of gray

when you're up there...

iepure si ea prin elvetia si franta

montreux

there are no words - just passing boats 
there are no friends - just nows and thens
there's rhythm in this stillness
there's color in this blindness
there's music in the light. and no more need to fight
there is no form. no fear. no age.
there is no audience. no stage.
love's changed.
there is no longing, there is water.
the war inside is over.

d

february