(Taken from “The Final Touch” Series, no.20,
a series previously published
between December 8th and 31st, 2011.
Text written on December 27th, 2011).
A small and tiny atmosphere;
like the little music box sounded.
Memories from my childhood get awake.
Somewhere amongst my stuff and my organised chaos
there must be a small music box.
In fact, the music box is very close.
As my childhood’s atmosphere always is near…