12 AM at the Beach/Poludnie na pláži
12 AM at the Beach Parasol made of straw is slowly swinging above my head, The wind tickles me all over my body while I stay hidden from the…
12 AM at the Beach Parasol made of straw is slowly swinging above my head, The wind tickles me all over my body while I stay hidden from the…
Autumn The one of four seasons is back again Coming shortly after summer before there’ll be another. The yellow leaves are falling, lying on the pavement of the park…
Through The Window of a Room Sitting on the carpet in the middle of the room, I look outside through the only portal, Peeking through the blinds To see the midnight…
Sleepwalking Though I’m not a sleepwalker I feel like today I might be one, Because this day I have begun Without energy and waking up.
Takto pred týždňom 21. októbra sme sa vracali s mojou spoločníčkou domov z Púte radosti vo Vysokej nad Uhom. Tento názov Vám asi nič nehovorí, preto som sa rozhodla napísať…