Streams everywhere, You accompany me, You make me Again and again An orchestra Where the whole world Comes to play me Its secret music.

New moonShines in thisHot summer nightAnd I lookAt the sky tonightThe new moonI enjoy watching itVery muchAlso theNew moonLeaves me speechlessAnd I also knowThat my fatherCreated the new moonWith his holy handsMany years agoDuring the summer nightI go to...

You don’t just Sing to yourself. You let pass through you This need to speak, Which weighs on everything That assails you. Through you We receive the breath Of immensity.

 ... in which Veksel meets an old friend, becomes disillusioned with domestic medicine, and rethinks family values A tense silence reigned in the small but richly furnished apartment. A short time ago, there had been a persistent knock on the...

 ... in which Veksel critically evaluates arthouse cinema, becomes acquainted with contemporary literature, and displays paternal feelings Pushing aside overturned chairs and carefully stepping over dead bodies, Veksel crossed the devastated auditorium. With a soft, catlike gait, he carefully avoided...