Reconstruction /Denmark/

Колко малко е нужно, за да се опоетизира магията.


That's how it always ends. A bit of magic, a bit of smoke. Something floating.

If you are my dream then I am yours.

If he steps back... if he doubts... she will disappear.

The woman left. The laughter stopped. But, the man is still here. Not like that... All alone.

За сбогуване.