Note To My Solitude... ( Archived) (14)

My so old friend, my so much faithful, do you know at least this that you burn me to like you thus?

You have my most intimate thoughts and my most secret griefs. You have the set of my big reflections and my most precious time. Of our indispensable dailies to our longest eras, I always had the necessity of the full of you before my social to thousand per hour, after my speeches to the human and my drifts of other cascades.

My so old friend, my visceral, I would not know how to make the sum of that that we learned together, of that of which we stood up.

It is with you that I get bogged down to the biggest funds. It is with you that I make my most beautiful dreams. Your absence becomes quickly my infirmity, your presence has the odor of skin of the most beautiful gases. And it is your caress of which I never got tired. To come of it back to you, always, every time.

You only know what I could escape me in your name. How much I let go also. I like for the eternity our silences understood and our mad analyses. In love in perpetuity, I am faithful to you as to no one.

(Please, don't ask me if I feel good, it is just an improvisation after listening to a French song called "Solitude" by Barbara!)

I bet you have an awesome heart

An aweful one!

Hi Otto

That was lovely. Then again, that is to be expected...

Thank you Robert...
I am working on my writing...and English isn't as easy as French to express my thoughts ya know?
Yes, sure you know it!