What stays is not the place, but who we were inside it. The silence in
Morning comes without the night, but not without its outline. The blue hour gathers at
Some moments ask before we know how to answer. The fairy tale made it all
What stays is not the place, but who we were inside it. The silence in
Morning comes without the night, but not without its outline. The blue hour gathers at
Some moments ask before we know how to answer. The fairy tale made it all