To Long…

Okay, dear, I sent you a mail explaining what I am up too.

No, I just told you,

everything here would be a kind of long letter to you.

Not everything will be heavy stuff, but some will.

Well, life is a mixture, who better than you know that?

And while I reflect on the migration of birds,

I thought: we do think they part from here,

Seeing here as their natural place.

Well, do they not breed here, after all?

While, maybe, the faraway folks of their lands of choice,

Do think precisely the same.

It all start with one of my friend, Haiku, yes, as you read…

She put a little something about a house martin.

And I reply on that…

“Je me sens tellement hirondelle.
Sauf dans le sens où je n’ai pas
Des mulitudes qui m’accompagnent.
Non! Mon voyage sera-t-il long?
Suis-je dans le retour ou l’aller?
Je suis, je vis, je vibre, j’aime.”

 And after Starchild told he was happy for me

About the fact I blog my book at yahoo,

I put it as a comment for him.

Today, it is the text which follows…

Yes, he inspires me.

I hope that soon it will be the same for him.

Long, I think he is autistic too.

“Les hirondelles se rassemblent,
Elles s’en iront vers le Sud,
Mais voilà qu’arrivent les oies,
Pour elles, c’est ici le Sud.

J’aime les oiseaux migrateurs.
Moi aussi, j’aime l’idée d’avoir
deux endroits pour y vivre…
Même si ce n’est pas facile.

Tendresse, lumière et paix. “