I told you. I like to smile. I like to imagine my self in the movie. Especially when music is playing in the subway, somewhere in the background; and while you close your eyes the sound of coming train is intermixing with this fast pulsating and throbbing melody, penetrating into your throat, deep inside until it comes into resonance with your heartbeat…Different faces, lives, eyes… All of a sudden, music is filling all space becoming the air I breath; it is this special moment in my picture, when everything is slowing down, while adding something mysteriously-chef-d’oeuvre-like to the story. Train into darkness. Tunnel. You are near me – seating, standing, talking, contemplating, gesticulating – playing your unique part. I walk trough you; I pass by – towards the new alluring sound of jazz. I walk curiously fast, towards inviting tone; but I am always late in this city, I cant stop, I cant stay, cant enjoy – I am running towards new tunnel, while music like swarm of bees is following me… and I am smiling as I am playing my insidiously naïve part.