This is a poem I was taught when I was 4 years old. I remember myself standing in a big city hall and reciting it to one of my day-care teachers for her wedding… What does those words mean you understand later in life. Love can only be gifted. And you are very fortunate […]
Two of us. And our Alps. The mountains we create, the ascensions and the slopes, and all the peaceful valleys. The hills we clime together, and share the happiness of sliding down. However high the Alps… They feel like flat, as long as I can feel your weight and breath.
You are close. Very very close. Despite the sentences and time. As close, as underneath my skin.
