Promise me , when you see,
a white rose you'll think of me
(...)
I will be your ghost of a rose...
Ghost of a Rose, by Blackmores Night
There are few days when I feel that I have to write something. And it doesn't matter what and who may read it. I must so I do it. And when I feel, that the time to write is comeing I probably open that page. And you, if only you want to, will have possibility to read my madness 
. That's all from me today.
