In my childhood when I first read "The Door in the Wall" by H. G. Wells I had been thinking about different amazing and unaccountable things that sometimes happened in our life… I grew and left my home. The life were turned me as marry-go-round. I had all troubles and disappointments but among them had grown my flower of love… It bloomed at the barren land and its beauty became fragile… The only wing of the plane, and the rain in my eyes, like tears are in my mind… and that city… His blue eyes were crying to me - I'm lonely…lonely!!! I couldn't forget these eyes… they burnt my heart, and it ash…the tears put out that flame. My city… I will back soon… I have no fear in my heart to raise from the dead memories…This is my story…
Since that we haven't seen each other for five years… I dream to see this man's eyes again; I'm not able to forget him…
In my dreams I wear white leather suit and ride big Harley. I ride to his work and we dance…frankly at the center of the Düsseldorf (the