On the clouds was living a small lost drop, when the rain pourd over the dry desert the drop got out of the way just to look on the rainbow and ended up lost in the air. The drop was sitting there on a cloud all alone crying. Only God knows how scared she was. All of her small body was shivering, the space is so big, where has she to go now?

Than she heard a calm, deep voice asking her:

" Why are you crying Miss?"

She sniffed and answered:

" I got away from my friends and now i am thrown into some unknown place, I do not know where to go."

The voice answered her:

" Look around it is not as scary as you think, look how beautiful it is around, soon i will raise up and the view that you will see you will never be able to forget."

The Drop looked around and she a beautiful big world under her neath, she has never seen such a beauty before. Where she came from everything is gray and shaggy, loud and once in a while it lights with something blue, what she saw now was colorful and unusuall.

" i have never seen such a thing before. What is it?" The drop was not crying anymore she was so excited. They spent many hours talking like that. The drop told about her childhood, her granny that always grumbled, but indeed loved her a lot. The voice told her his story. But than the sun raised up and the voice said:

" Look I am about to touch your fragil body, you were so sad that i felt a need to calm you down and now I can take you on my arms and show you the bigger, much bigger world than this"

But the drop started to cry again:

" Why are you crying again, young lady?" Asked the voice.

" Because you are a sun."

"Yes Miss, I am a sun, and I can open the new horizont to you. I will not leave you, I will be always with you, so you won't be lonely."

" But I am a doughter of the rain. When you will rise and the air will become hot - I will die"

That day raised a red sun, crying over the los of the story that could have been a beutiful love, but that never had a fait to begin.

She's a maniac, maniac. The dance in the moonlight, down on the dirty streets. Tearing the heart apart into dozen of smithereens. She's like a part of this city, of the filthy, burnes to ashes pride. if u see her dance once, u could never forget it. it cuts into ur heart like a sleepsong that u hear with a gentle voice of ur long lost mother. You get into this madness and dance along, cutting your feet till they bleed. Don't stop.

Forgotten fears. Unloved u call. You could intaglio this words on ur throat, for everyone to see the fears of ur heart, the lonliness of ur soul. What else is there in deepness of ur mind. It gets round, nausea wrings ur insides. You r trying to clamber up from that nigritude, but ur fingers slip on the wet stone of a fear. The panic eats u up, there is no light, no space, only coldness and moisture. and ur engraving "Unloved" on the neck. Every part of ur body feels it, gets deeper and deeper before it sink.

The crush, hard crush in my mind. Unlimited. The genious. There is an insane part of me that desires. Its breaking apart, it almost hurt, the desire of soul, of inner, that is more, it is inside. Hid, under the blood and bones. Like a beast it rips with its claws, wanna get free. Morality, rules, maxim, principles, smash tham. With a loud roar run to the wild. Strenth, savagenity, and no limit no limit. ustoppable unlimitted infinity of life.

When the young curly-head smashed her rubber shoes into the puddle, thousands of drops have fallen to pieces over the grey bitumen. The sonorous laugh reached the heart of the nature, birds rushed helter-skelter skywards, water wraping their plumage, making the destination harder and harder, the loud cry spread around the trees, as if frightened, the rain poured down, starting small outgrowing to the storm. Red umbrella was opened by the mother, wishing to find the shelter for her and her doughter. Running from side to side, writhing from wet wind grabbing her hair, putting them over the face.

The small lila iris grew from the bowels of the earth, pulling their thin green hands heavenward. They sang a calming melody, stopping the storm, bringing the lights of a sone back to life, taming them as a wild cat, till they smiled and purred through the cloudes. The melody cuddled the wet woman into the warm embrace, resting her heart in piece. Wet ugly chicken came to be a gorgeus angel, lovingly carrying her child in the soft white hands. The curly-head was soundlessly asleep. The quiet tender voice joined the orchestra of…