No, I'm not hiding anymore. Here I am. Every melody I played, every story I left behind, every time I wander and admire the golden autumn scattered everywhere in the park - that's me too. I order coffee at the coffee machine table. I receive a parcel in the mail. I run along the path by the sea. I fly in an airplane, sail in a ship. I sail across the ocean, and on both sides of the world I remain -No-found. Spirits, shadows and souls love me. They huddle up to me in the dull pink twilight, and we are so good together. We feel each other more than ever. But Man will not find me. I somehow immediately fall out of his field of vision. Perhaps the perfume specifically makes me almost invisible to people, so that I do not leave them. So that we, as well as from the very youth, always stay together, whisper magic words and sounds to each other, composing ourselves and mood melodies on the go.

We also do not know what awaits us this fall. Probably the same autumn mess. A series of bright moments and openings of the mind. The smiles of the trees, the smell of fresh coffee and the rustling of book pages. We'll come up with new spells. New dances for shadows and new sky-high distances for the flight of spirits. New inventions on my page are waiting for new curious and wandering souls. Just ... can a beloved man find me?