"Where were you when the Thunder came, the everlasting storm? And when they disappeared again, this nothingness was born.
Your days are dark, your nights are bright – but mine they are both grey."
And so a man walks down the road, with nothing on his mind.
"So who are you?" – and he replies: "I told you, I don't know. I've lost my voice, I've dropped my words, the melody of rain." ... more