Ask the wind and wait silently till the echo of your voice comes back from the shield of mountains around.
Ask the wind and listen to that feeble voice vibrating and seeking a way through the rain.
Ask the wind as it swirls around you, and catch you as an enemy, and the night is just an empty starless space and your heart is soaked of love and pain and the words are now an irrilevant sound turning into noise vanishing in the infinity.
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.