Genoveva

Screaming colorful fruit drops, biting into them releases acidity into the blood, the hairs on my neck stand up. After 2 minutes: lukewarm Fanta...

Silver bells. Night-cool star moss. The brook whispers your name. I pick the sleeping velvet flowers, the foxes watch me...

Sometimes triviality and the fleeting nature of things go hand in hand. Someone washes laundry and cooks rice at the same time. The curtain falls - that's it!

Gentle splashing of a distant stream. A soft breeze, a hint of wood and fruits. She enters a quiet room.

Olfactory jumble. Yellow-green phosphorescent flashes, soft tea, medicinal lavender, powdery clouds - I’m left puzzled.