Intro.. ... Back Draw... .. Along Poems.. ... More Sometime: in the beginning of the hot summer of 2019: I fell in love at first sight: with a woman in a white dress: who walked around a colorful city: and then: sang and danced beautifully there barefoot. But inside that first look of mine: would not have been so huge and untamed life-forming force probably: if other events had not once crossed my path: simply: nothing is born just from sea foam: everything has its roots somewhere: and here: they are right at the Star cinema: where I first saw Xanadu: with Olivia Newton-John: and Gene Kelly. I was still a boy: and that story was deeply imprinted in me: Don't walk away My Muse: I want to be with you Gold Fish: we will be birds together: when you kiss me with your mouth open: that it makes me feel warm: I will play with your glittering hair: love is a beautiful musical .. Then: in a few years: it might have been around half past two in the morning: as it often happens: when I'm writing something: I was on night duty in a restaurant by the lake: a colleague and dog were dozing opposite me: I was reading some book in which: I was drawing pictures and violins keys: in the places: I wanted to write down in my notes: and just then: I heard that ringing soprano on the radio - I didn't know: what it is and where I should put it: Angel! Immediately a great desire was born in me to listen to that supernatural being - I would like to swallow those silver bells in your mouth love: kiss me when you laugh ... you beautiful Indian woman .. sing for me And then: almost every day on HBO they showed such a long film from India. There was a magical song about love: "O Rey Chhori" :I managed to record it on video and I watched it seven times every day: She .. an Englishwoman fell in love with an Indian .. but he already loved the beautiful Gauri - which I then looked for on You Tube: sometime in the beginning of the hot summer of 2019: when I fell in love at first sight: with a woman in a white dress: who was walking around the colorful city: and then sang and danced beautifully there barefoot. Today: after more than three years: I guess no one will doubt: that something happen