When swallows are, under the vault of a starry sky, you find the way between Trees and your People, sweet beloved soul, shining; you will no longer feel alone, we are like brother and sister, not because of the same blood, but all of us born of the same Father and by the very same Mother.
Look at the light coming out of your womb, look how it is shining, feel it, it is nourishment and with it you might feed the world.
Bend like a willow that surrenders itself to the wind, live all your emotions, this will heal any grieving, ride your white horse, let it loose, but remember to come back on it.
Be strong as an oak that stands noble facing weather.
See you soon and don’t worry, at any moment we will be together.
Thank you,
Annalisa
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