This is about to be published when the dark matt blanket of the night starts falling to pieces and slowly goes down, on the cooling earth... Here is the set of pictures taken by the young crescent moon which showed up unannounced and impetuous, neglecting the fact that the sun has to go down first, and only then the youngster of the darkness is entitled to step out from behind the curtain. Or... I confuse something.


the wreath


the humming of the immovable grass


the myriads of blue stars


the light of hope