|The moon in from of the church of St.Mary. Private Moon prays for salvation of the Earth.|
|The moon cries in Rovinari. Tears of the moon - some washed away the coal dust from the grass and flowers,
from the hands and faces of children. |
God would return here in Rovinari, and now only the moon landed on a black ground.
|I am trying to hide with my moon from the light of poisoned stars, but my space so small and defensively. This grass does not grow flowers. It is red in color. It's almost dead. In front of the Kronospan factory. Sebes. Romania.|