the sea is pissed off today. on the edges of its horizon new and new continents were rising. two seagulls were alternately barking at the sky from the chimney of an abandoned house. a tanned woman with long bright hair in a white, white dress leaned over the window and touched the air with her hand. no boundaries between the sky and the earth, between the sea and the sky. all doors are open. thin slice of moon shows up from behind the clouds. night. crickets from all around and lightning over Pula.
whispering in the twilight, fingers that are seemingly strolling over the body in a reverie.