The roof of the room is tilting, blowing, when the mood is storming and the lightning is all mighty powerful outside. There is cold, there is fire, there is destruction and great beauty. The world is bleeding and wound healing. The cars are running out of fuel and the seeds of sunflowers blossemning. Playing, when the scenario turns real, when he chess table is green and the players are tired and worrisome. We were all with blue tears in the eyes and singing the new hymn of hufupukar. The child looks at the crystal heart with his hands empty and welcoming. We are all dreamy, dizzy and whistling endlessly.