Je m'appelle Leo

One day after another
the seasons spin in her wrinkled hands
And the life reveals its most actual and ordinary appearance
when she saw from times and times
the last sad swallow leaving in the end of spring
the last weeping rose fading in the end of summer
the last pale moon sinking in the the end of autumn
the last white snow melting in the end of winter...

Foto and Text:Leo Place:Banna Music:Yesterday yes a day