unknown
Somewhere, far away, in a hidey-hole of the world, delimited by a lake and a sea is a piece of land where a long time ago, a town has been raised. In that town is a tiny street with only one way out. On that street, at a certain number, is a house. In that house, is a room. In that room lives somebody more or less unknown but who has a few dreams surrounded by a sweetening breeze of memories that tactfully access the happiness' shape. Shape of one who, unexplainable, longs for someone never met…
