While sitting in front of the screen,
I take a bit of bread and light my cigarette.
I open the software and choose a brush stroke or two.
It's dark and cold outside and the moon is just in front
of my window sill. I feel one with the night, with the
sound of the distant waves, while surfing on the net...
Everything far away becomes at once very close ...
Everything foreign becomes familiar and near!
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