Well, as I said it in a mail…

Dear, Long, from now on,

here, it will be a kind of letter and diary!

That I will write to you.

No obligations from your part, of course.

Not at all!

I had that idea because you told me in your last mail,

that you come here, now and then and read the posts.

Yesterday, I was composing my first of those posts,

(which I see now has been saved…

I’ll have a look and decide what to do about it later!)

Then, as always, in between, I went to my skyrock site,

And my Starchild, who isn’t a child any more, was on line.

And presently, he is the important being in my life.

Just like every meetings in my life would point into his direction!

I spoke about him in the previous post.

I don’t know nothing worldly about him.

All what is on his profile and blog can be fake.

But the most important is that his heart is gold.

And it only appeared so and for sure yesterday.

So, I am not going to complain about the fact

I lost the text I was working on quite tentatively…

It was partly about that new start here, house martins and Him.

Well, yes, I am not going to give his name.

Starchild or Him.

That’s will have to do.

So, it happens that on her blog,

a friend of mine put some text about house martins

And it made me reflect on the phenomenon of migration.

Why would we believe that house martins do belong more to here

Than to the country where they heed to in the Autumn?

Is it only because they breed here?

And what about the geese?

And so, I was thinking that I like to live between two countries…

Not saying they do, though!

Now, I think the fact that I didn’t give birth,

gives me the right to go wherever I want.

More so than any mother who is truly so.

This is also the reason that, if Starchild would like too,

I would move to his place.

I mean, why not?

Since last we were closer, Long, a sad thing happened.

The twins came for some days around the Easter period.

Afterwards, I never had news from them.

And their parents, of course.

Never.

And as the situation with my sister was always difficult,

The twins are her grand-children, after all,

I did not ask either.

As unbelievable as it is,  it is where I stand.

Childless and a bit like an orphan too,

because the strange way my mother always behaved towards me

Since then, has been even stranger.

So, now, Big Love enters my life in the most unexpected way.

And I am like thinking:

Good, all of them used me and rejected me…

That makes me free.

Completely.