The globe that was spinned by finger will be stopped by finger as well. Geographical dream makes names of the streets almost thousand-letter.
The future is not foreseeable. The past isn`t assured because there is already known a new memory without insult. What will be saved? Some kinds of a moral, temperance of tears, light on a lip of an asphalt. But no hope. This is a worthy world.
Yellow boards, the crack of horizon Don`t panic. Don`t hesitate. The sun already stays above a short roof.