Poppies in the wind and Falco

A piece of work comes to the world as from the movements that failed
as from those ones that succeeded.

You cannot divide any human being, and if you allow to live only the great sculptors,
then you will not have any great sculptors.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

They waved only so, these red little skirts, in the wind. It bowed them first to the one side and then to the other side. They did not scare. They did not scare even of a pestilent fire that somebody kindled on a small fireplace. Maybe he did it to heat water for a cup of tea, to roast potatoes or to barbecue some sausage.

However, a white duvet covered all country. The poppies disappeared to yield to hegemony of the Lady of Winter. I had a feeling, as if I had lost some something. Something, what never come back. I still see these red dots on the golden plains of the ripening corn.

After that some shadow slashed the sky. There was a big bird that majestically flew there. It eagle-eyed looked down to the earth and looked for its prey. However, it was not a merlin. It was peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus). It stooped to the earth so that it forever disappeared in the distance.

These poppies flow in the wind on the wall of my room.

Falco and his Jeanny sound form his special album of 25^th anniversary as a Deluxe Edition from the speakers of my tower, also in my room.