The madness of the white nights

To buy a ticket to go to Peter, even alone. Sure someone will fall in love, or at least in the city. Will be patching dark days white nights, flatten, and raise the bridges, roads where you have your markup in the sky.

To reach the heights, to become the great here and it seemed to him that shows everything. But everything he saw: the city is cold, people don't change, weeks fly by, Sunday night all think about happiness. Someone digest Saturday, others do not digest Monday. The question of happiness remains open as a window, in which you can see the stars, but you can just smoke it...