I love curtains that open
I love the silence that comes before the scream
I love the infiniteness of a quick moment
That worn-out instrument
The afflicted actor
The excitement
That comes before the crazy word
That I don't say
I love to imagine you
Even if I haven't seen you
I love the details
The glances, the shortcuts
The buttons
I love the pauses between the songs
Solutions of nature
Treasures of creation