In the middle of the darkest moments of the night, all sounds were forbidden, all birds were dead and it was raining stones...There was no poem to sing nor a sun to rise. All the stars were flickering and the moon was drawing her last breath.
In the middle of the darkest moments of the night, all sounds were forbidden, all birds were dead and it was raining stones...There was no poem to sing nor a sun to rise. All the stars were flickering and the moon was drawing her last breath.