Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...MoreI don't know. I'm thirteen again. When she's near. She never merges with the night. She's still shining. If we spent the whole day together in the garden: all the sunflowers would turn their faces to us. She blinks very rarely and somehow more slowly. If mysterious circumstances forced us to form a secret conspiracy - she would confirm it with such a painted wink. I could look at it carefully. I could get my fill. Then she would give me her always warm hand: under which meadows sprout: and I would tell her that I love her: because I've been afraid of the dark since I was a little boy. "I fell in love with you Oreéne: "I would say: "I think it happened: when you were walking through the irrigation sprinkler - light was dusting there: rainbows were raining down around your body and you kept blinking."