Alharaca

I remember the tranquility.   Two chords of silence.   Very Van Gogh - fields and sky.   I was looking at the sunflowers and couldn't decide whether the artirst has used them for models or they have grown by his paintings. Sitting, thinking: "Yes, he has achieved the absolute tone. He has taken it right from their leaves. He hasn't painted the sunflowers, he lived them..." I spread the moment along the highway. The white houses flew like jazz. The road was implacable, that's exactly what I needed. It just continued. The driver pulled down the window pane. Summer entered. I was sitting there, at my place in the Universe, I wanted this pa