Sometimes a bad mood in village
Village and citie
Lack of opportunities and poverty
can`t even tell a good story?
The landscape is not shine of diversty.
No love for the land, no love for reverie...
In village all the air is dark and sad for me!
The clouds are more grey than white, the sun doesn`t shine!
The false faces don´t have a slight smile;
They have in memory inequality and exploration,
and impossible dreams of dignity dedication.
The darkness is the only right side!
In the citie the solitude is like freedom meaning,
all sidewalk intend to be light in the morning...
Path is chosen to make dreams come true!
The rain is warm and transparent in the blue...
The sun can hide between the buildings slowly,
but always appears shining in gardens of the citie:
certainly always joyfull randomly always joyfull randomly