"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."


All started by a call,
In the darkness of my own.


"Searching in a dark cellar at midnight for a black cat that isn't there."


Searching Begin in my own backyard,
Till i dive into our own memories.



"When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it."

To find was easy, reminds get's back,
Difficult was to see and to realize what.



"It's designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains comes, it stops, and leaves you to face the fall alone."

It ends by the inevitable fall,
Of finding what I was looking.