8 acessos
The paths we go along
Are empty now
That is unmistakable
You can turn it all around
All you want
So I thought as I threw something on the grill
Time stood still
Beyond the canal
Was the wide blue sky
A (?) sound
Like a bicycle bell
Sounded in the distance
In the humid air
I stood alone in my garden
Everything looked frozen
Waiting for the last summer days of this year
And to me it was anything but strange