Forever

Together
We Will Fly Away...

Red

A Fishnet
to trap
the Colors

The Window

Open the Window...
and all the Colors
will fly.

Stone

In the Stone I Lie
and nobody will know
what I see.

Rudders

It doesn't matter Where.
To sail away,
Is the only important thing

The Island

On the Island of the lost Toughts

The shells

Are Love Words never said

Caorle

North to Venezia
there's a small town:
Caorle is the name.
A small beautiful Church
from middleage...
And a Lagoon
where many and many wild Swans
feed and fly

Mirror

Maybe I know this bird...