It was before you could disappear. In a different autumn, I would have been embarrassed by sampling. Later in the darkness, I found diamonds in your eyes. I tell you this, because I was lost in that desert for a longer period of time. I lay there listening to your heart. We stood in there and told stories and listened. From time to time you said some words I didn’t understand. What should be forgotten? It is like that. Desertion. It is about. You had found a green stone?