Whatever you smoked, Yara - I want it, too:)
I smoke through giving ears the sublime waves of love and, though poorly skilled, I struggle to translate them into warm, bleeding-heart shines of my ever sunny soul, YourValentine!
I love you. I love Pittrek. I love you both. I can't stop loving the world and its wonders, no matter how wicked it may be.
Because, as the Poet said once, YourValentine, my dear: "If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain, or help one fainting robin unto his nest again - I shall not live in vain."
Now, I'm an open book written in all languages so that all can understand me! And possessions, material things, don't mean much if we lack the joy of finding meaning in the tenderness of other human beings!
This one I dedicate to you. I just came from lunch, I soon must be back to class, but not before carefully leaving such beautiful verses in your lap:
"Ich habe keine Geliebte,
kein Haus,keine Stelle auf der ich lebe.
Alle Dinge, an die ich mich gebe,werden reich und geben mich aus"
It's the small, simple though fierce and stubborn spirit of giving, my dear, that helps closing some of the wounds we inflict on each other, on the world and that the nature, sometimes, and without mean purposes, inflicts on us! And the joy we have is just the joy of giving, without expecting any kind of reward!!!!
I love you guys!
Wednesday is a great day. Each day is a special day!