A shore in front of the eyes, as a final patch of land among the waves, with infinite scents and a unique and repulsed now. Simultaneously with the northern winds listen to the remoteness of this plain realm, with a doorbell, a hotel and the house of the oriental languages teacher, with violet and grey and sometimes absent greenhouses, with orange girls as a soul rocking chair. Simultaneously with the northern winds imagine all the wealth of this plain realm, in which such a pocket-sized and worldly sky wanders, that you can quake it with a leap over the sidewalk of physiology. Simultaneously with the northern winds, with the shore in front of the eyes listen to the whispers of the walk, as you tear Yourself with Someone else ever more often.