achromatic

I wanna fly away, away to the trembling horizon;Ancient wings, my oldest friends- where are you now?Aren't you the clouds, the autumn mist? It's been such a long time... such a long time...

Raindrops are burning holes in my skinAs I'm walking along the stormy sea;And still, I can hear its dreadful silenceIn the rumbles of thunder...

The tin sky doesn't seem such a suffocating thingWhen you learn to feel its own freedom,As you begin to breathe through the blowing wind...

No more trembling; suddenly I feel As if I were in a Lumières' movie...

Black and white, mute and not at all fine...