And here we are, two different worlsd that have learned to live together: The sun and the moon, Mexico and Belgium, tanned skin and white skin... and step by step they have lerned to mix and become one.

 

Really one? how is that possible? Because you are still Patrick and I Ambar.

You are still peace, the calm wind, order, calm, logic..

I am still the twister, the big baby, chaos, immagination...

 

But order finds its plance in chaos, the twister gives movement to the wind, peace opens its arms to the baby and  imagination and logic become one to create a new univese.

 

A universe where I am the rose and you my little prince.

 

Ok it is not great poetry as you can see, but it just came this morning and I hade to write it down. Originally it is in french so it really took me a long time to get it right since I didn't want to send it to Patrick full of spelling mistakes. Because as you know spelling is my weak point, and not only in english, but in spanish and french as well.

 

Well have to get back to getting my exams ready.

 

Take care