“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us”
“Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed,
under my necktie and just above my heart,
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.
I needed the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.
Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens
to the fall of the ancient leafless rain,
to feathers, to whatever the night imprisioned;
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
Emma. One year that you have left NZ, one year that you have left me in NZ. How many more till we see each other again?
‘There is nowhere to go but everywhere so let’s just keep on rolling under the stars’
If there was only one sentence I could keep with me when loosing everything else, I’d just keep that one.
Going away for the week end, finally! Packing my bags I almost felt like backpacking again… Only my bag isn’t a bagpack anymore… and I only packed for two days…
“Live the life you’ve imagined”
“Plant your hope with good seeds,
Don’t cover yourself with thistle and weeds,
Rain down, rain down on me”