I don't know how it works. You draw some images for yourself, make plans, make decisions, and your life changes in eighty hours. You suddenly find yourself above everything that was once so important, so necessary, so painful, so scary. You look, as if from the top of a mountain, and you wonder: how could it bother you at all when, it turns out, your world is like this.

I don't know how it works. Suddenly, in a complex, confusing, crazy life filled with some kind of mysterious puzzles, people with a fine mental organization, strained nerves and permanent doubts, throwing, everything becomes extremely clear. You need to be where he is, and he needs to be where you are. And this does not require any explanations, justifications, invented reasons.

I don't know how it works. All I know is that when that person of yours appears, everything falls into place. As in a graphic video, randomly scattered multi-colored pieces suddenly gather into a harmonious picture in a matter of seconds. And you, as if spellbound, are watching this process, as if from the side. It seems that you are participating, but you don’t seem to understand how it all comes out so smoothly.

I don't know how it works. You just no longer need to run somewhere, prove something, pretend to be someone you are not. All these games, the secrets of the Madrid court, the struggle for someone's recognition there, the battles for love shrink, turn into an insignificant ball and roll into the far corner. And you are left with the priceless opportunity to be yourself.

I don't know how it works. But there comes a day when you realize that true happiness is simple. There is nothing superfluous in it. That is why it is so pure, crystal, transparent, watercolor, cozy and enveloping from head to toe.