BW Girl

The night is quiet. Moonlight invades through the open window, forming a silver veil in the room. The girl stands numb in the middle. His eyes are wide open looking away, far to the starry sky ... It does not seem to be alive. Frozen as a statue merges with the gentle darkness. Only his eyes ... Only they give wild life to his soul. But here, the girl is getting tired. His hands stretched out to the window, to the sky ... His lips groan. The eyes sparkle. It's like you're gonna ... So strong is the intensity of the soul that is expressed there! But then he clapped again by the inability to fly there up to the stars ... The night is quiet. The girl lights up like a little fairy flooded in moonlight ... And the stars are so far ...