cuarenta y siete.

Sama s sabo.. In lepo mi je.

cuarenta y seis.

Je pač tako,da bolj nemogoče kot se zdi, bolj me privlači.
Ampak bom že. Do zdaj sem še vedno in če kaj znam, znam čakat. In upat. In pozabljat, viseča na nitkah spominov in bežnih dotikov. In sanjat. Vse to znam.
In naučila se bom prepustiti. Mogoče pa bo vse, kot si želim.. Ker mogoče, res samo mogoče, je to tisto, kar se mora zgoditi.

Just so you know..

It could be you.

Who loves the rain

Who loves the rain
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the storm;
And at his hearth-fire keep me warm;
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise,
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes.

by Frances Shaw