I'm not a simple person, I can see all those tones of dark and light, I recognize the hell and paradise between all secret shapes and forms. It's hate a form of love? --Certainly! Send me the death sentence; love me! Send me all that with a white dove ,some feathers... And while I die drinking my tasty tea with cakes among your terrible love touching my pain hate me; with your absolutely dark love touch!...

 

Diamonds are shinning above the dark clouds of some spring storms. Diamonds are like the golden touch of loving forms somewhere elsewhere, touching the dark colors of death above our head and thoughts.