porad nejsu schopnej rict, jestli to pusobi nak vic nebo ne... docela vidim paralelu mezi vlasama a muslou, az to ve mne vyvolava jednu pisnicku -

"porcelina, she waits for me there
with seashell hissing lullabies
and whispers fathomed deep inside my own
hidden thoughts and alibis
my secret thoughts come alive"

tak sem s ju nakonec celou k tomu pustil :) ... no a proste schazi ti tam lehkost, nevim, proste ruka navic urco nejmin.