Der Neustuck Orchester. Underground Horse.

Acquaintance simultaneous with farewell, and consequently – endless and vanishing, with all possible plenitude of emptiness... A strange black-and-white flower that one needs to break in order to see all colors of the spectrum on the stem fracture. In an instant a drop of night juice oozes there – and one no longer sees anything except for aroma, hears anything except for lines fragile and spicy, and only aftertaste of withering time remains. But inside of the rough anxiety, underground bellflowers suddenly start whispering, and oriental tears escape with a traveling show, to wake up in a sunny morning, to the west from the green wind of surprise. For it is known that the most delicious apples are those that are eaten only with a look...