frzw: between these two cities
frzw: Someone shouted something and then the silence returned
frzw: the memory
frzw: return
frzw: the illusion of quietness
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: the night
frzw: the memory
frzw: the memory
frzw: passing, looking back at a world going forward
frzw: the memory
frzw: hurriedness
frzw: we are all passengers in this world
frzw: we are all passengers in this world
frzw: In this city of my dreams
frzw: seeing time
frzw: heaven can wait
frzw: he said: "maybe the future belongs to the past"
frzw: this is the land of strange water creatures
frzw: time dilation
frzw: there was this light and the smell of soup
frzw: sometimes the heart has to travel along these roads
frzw: through the window I saw a tuba player rehearsing
frzw: memories of where I will go to and visions of the past