Grandfather's report
In July nights with weak gravitation
When the cementery is beyond the wall
Dead cobbler comes to me
The grandfather, the very much called old man
A table ... a broken story ... a secret ... a map of footprints ... and the days' lightness...
In July nights with weak gravitation
When the cementery is beyond the wall
Dead cobbler comes to me
The grandfather, the very much called old man
A table ... a broken story ... a secret ... a map of footprints ... and the days' lightness...