A story of a long dress called Robert
The dress is in love with Squirrel – a brave paper
aeroplane pilot. The dress has neither arms to be a boxer, nor legs to
dance.
It values people according to their throats and reads books about
Indians. The dress is dreaming of quicksilver and the shattered
glass watch. It is squeamish and arrogant. It doesn't want to be like
DEREVO. Its blood is wine and it believes it can speak French…
Actually this performance is the same charming and
well-thought-out act as the night riverboat trip a pair of lovers
takes beneath the rain…
Simple jazz is pouring out of the radio. This song will roam my
heart till the end of my days, because my lips are wet and water
runs under my collar.
It seems to me I see dreams no more, or my life has turned into a dream
(I've forgotten to put the full stop)