Zephirus
The highway is empty, cars are coming very fast next to us, it is highly raining and it is night. This is Germany. No holes, everything is simple and perfect. There is only one way forward. The rain is pushed to the sides in a uniform rythm, like in the Major Tom - the german one. This is the road simplicity for a long time. I will be home some time in the future. Don't think about time. Concentrate on the next minute. And don't go to sleep.
A tree with flowers, the only one on the street. It is damn cold, but the kid wanted to go out with the bicycle. We are the only two outside and I am running after the bicycle to try to catch him and go back. The city is deserted and the weather is miserable. Spring does not come.
the white sleeves of mr. Gummy. He has impecable buttons and looks very sharply dressed. And wears all of these naturally. However, it is just made to hide a large amount of dirt. Made to make him look good although his job is a miserable one. He does not build anything useful, he just strives on the hard work of others and on the failures of the system to be efficient.
The bread is very big. And hot, the cutting is hard. My grandfather just brought it from the baker. It is the only hot bread I have ever seen until now. and not completely white. the butter is melting. Is so good. As good as holidays at my grandparents with their happiness to be with us. they never got annoyed. this bread is pure love.
the bus stop is full. everybody wants in the bus. it is very crowdy. everybody is sweating. but I got in with no ticket. and the ticket costs very much and I am happy. i can now go from school back home without my feet hurting. even if i have to stay ten minutes crowded in the bus.
the desert has a lot of plants, it is now possible. a grey man with a tool that looks like a rack is continuously and slowly moving the water on the lake, the salt is separated. now the desert is green, greener than ever. the man is very happy, he has brought greenness to his otherwise very dry world
the sender is empty. it has nothing to send, the receiver stands with the arms open and with his mouth also open. nothing comes and he waited so long for this moment, praying for it to come. However now nothing came. It was simply empty. and had no clue what to do. if to stay more or to go or to shout