Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 157038)

She writes diary of a butterfly. Sadness about the other colors and the smile of the sun. On the transience of the day and its great importance for living before sunset. She writes diary of a butterfly, painting of multi-colored pollen dreams, which sees. She is so kind, so alive, so sincere writes about the same, on its only flight and a bright bright light ahead, which she's bound to get burned but will, on a moment - very happy. She says the smell of the sky. She shivers with delight and sings about love. She writes diary of a butterfly, and I... I don't read it. I smoke in the window, press a nausea and try to avoid looking at this shabby walls, ugly on the needle sticking out between the large beautiful wings.