Empty rooms, empty tables, empty frames.

Where are it ? In what place between a cheap place and pictures of some moments gone with the wind, are you, my dear frames?

Empty rooms (really, it, I sware, I like it SO MUCH), and empty table is not a problem.
Empty frames.... Where is a family to put on it? Where are friends of another time? Where is new googd things to  fill them?
I can support -not everthing, this will be bragging- so much things, but ... when I think in all this empty frames, I can't let  thinking in the song.
Empty rooms, empty tables, and tomorrow never cames.

So much songs of another times, when the car runs along the Hig Valley of Black River, or for the coast of the province whith the same name, looking at the see, the rocks of hte headland, and all in the World could be possible....