There is a large garden in my heart with so many fiery red flowers and dark green plants. The branches and leaves are constantly shaking. The ground is full of soft sand. The entwined vines paint in the garden and the cactus clamor willfully in the flower house. A strange blue glitters on every part of the wall. The blue is like a flame coming of sulphur stone, deeper than the sky, brighter than the sea. The scent of evening primrose floats in the night air, fluttering in the night breeze. For me, this is like a happy coincidence. I like a coincidence.