at last
I feel the way out and the freshness of new air
I quickly step outside of this place into the woods
where children are gathering the chestnuts
which
have fallen in the last couple of days....
this story
is about a dream I had after I stumbled upon an old grave in Slovenia somewhere
in 1997 ..
( my english is
not perfect, so if you have any suggestions about improving the text, feel free
to send me an e-mail)
