Sitting calmly in the old moving train,

looking out of its big windows,

music wildly chasing my flow of thoughts,

out of those white plastic headphones. Čítať ďalej →

A music without even the most quiet noise,

a replica uttered in an inaudible voice,

but how come the chaos in our heads never seems to hush?

Instead, it only rapidly grows to the greatest extent,

never stopping that tiresome rush. Čítať ďalej →