Tina Sosna: we were not dreaming,we were in love
Tina Sosna: Without sound, without smell, without
Tina Sosna: We let go
Tina Sosna: Strange the way the silence grows
Tina Sosna: Dear Moon,
Tina Sosna: Will you find your way home?
Tina Sosna: When there is silence we start to relive the moments, we dwell in memories we try to push aside. We feel and feel until we fall asleep...
Tina Sosna: You were a shape I had known
Tina Sosna: Tell her you believe in her heart of glass
Tina Sosna: How do you remember me?
Tina Sosna: The wind is waking me up, just like it always did.
Tina Sosna: The emptiest of feelings
Tina Sosna: We feel the wind, wherever it comes from
Tina Sosna: And we always ask ourselves: how?
Tina Sosna: And I listened to that quiet sound against your ear
Tina Sosna: In the forest by the pond
Tina Sosna: When I found you - and dreamed about you forever
Tina Sosna: Goodbye Summer,
Tina Sosna: Next year I will dream about you, dear Summer.
Tina Sosna: Turn the world on
Tina Sosna: I saw you from afar, in a Summer coloured dress. I used to not notice you when the world was loud and wild. But as the days get quieter now I see you everywhere, I feel you everywhere.
Tina Sosna: In your quiet embrace
Tina Sosna: Warmed by the sun, soon in my tummy
Tina Sosna: The Art Of Letting You Go
Tina Sosna: Looking for apples with you
Tina Sosna: When you remember
Tina Sosna: I will not forget the feeling nor the smell, the changing seasons the first with you
Tina Sosna: When we know it’s Summer
Tina Sosna: Spring within us
Tina Sosna: Before we melted