“One flower opened by light, light only and she shrank as a black flower, and tried to do her best, to get darker. It was the best, she could. The light had no chance and it is good, to write, that the whitest light turned yellow. The flower shrank more and more, and I really loved it all the time. Until, I felt, the flower lost too much honey, I reached out to the whitest flower on Earth, it stood next to it. The second flower had something, no one is able to love. It is a fragrance and the music has been known.”