Renascence, Life after you

Although my heart is full of the sorrow of Separation, Joy mixed with your sorrow increases my unhappiness. Everynight I think of you and say, Oh Lord: Here is a separation and there is a connection.

After a long absence, I put on a record of Bach, inhale the fragrant earth in the garden, I think again of poems and novels to be written and I return to the silence of the morning rain

I am a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will

The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I'm not used to normal. I'm used to disaster