:36:02
The bread and wine. Hopping.
:36:08
Easter. The veins of the leaves.
:36:14
The blowing grass.
The colours of the stones.
:36:20
The pebbles on the stream's bed.
:36:25
The white tablecloth outdoors.
:36:29
The dream of the house in the house.
:36:33
The dear one asleep
in the next room.
:36:37
The peaceful Sunday.
The horizon.
:36:43
The light from the room
in the garden.
:36:47
The night flight.
Riding a bicycle with no hands.
:36:55
The beautiful stranger.
:36:59
My father.
:37:02
My mother.
:37:05
My wife.
:37:09
My child.
:37:27
The world seems to be sinking
into dust, but l recount...
:37:31
as in the beginning...
:37:33
in my sing-song voice,
which sustains me...
:37:37
saved by the tale
from present troubles...
:37:41
and protected for the future.
:37:58
Finished with the sweeping
over the centuries as in the past.