Author of quotes: Miësi Tacudzi

Oh my nostalgia, like a butterfly!
Having flown over hedges and fences,
around the corner of the last house in the village
a butterfly in the afternoon sees the sea...
I hear the sea making noise behind the wall.
I close the book. I lean against the wall.
In the next room, the clock strikes two.
"Sea, distant sea!" - I write on paper.
Ah, the sea! No wonder in the hieroglyph "sea"
there is a part meaning "mom".
Oh, mom! No wonder in French
the word "mother" sounds like "sea"...