rain014 Martin Dot audio rain netlabels She was ill. Laying in her bed. Her beloved white roses weren't there to help. Without roses the solitude is much greater. The day was fourteenth and the month was second. She was waiting for a long time. Each minute was a long time. Without roses even seconds were called long. She did not know what to await for. Then the roses came. Enclosed within a flat surface, shattered and streamed into barely visible dots. But they were. They were audible. They had no scent, no look, no aura. But they could be heard. So she filled her ears with roses. The illness disappeared soon. All this for her. all tracks by Martin Dot recorded in 2005 cover by Martin Dot ambient;piano;atmosphere http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ 1 1 2006-04-30 11:56:38 2006-04-30 18:57:13 rain_label@o2.pl RAIN netlabel 2006-04-30 12:05:41 Martin Dot 00:43:00 2007-06-20 15:38:48 Martin Dot