A soft silence lies on your forehead and your heartbeats become steady again; you smile, as if the innocent child you have within is able to enjoy the dance of the angels protecting your sleep.A gentle kiss, barely felt on your temple, as soft as a playful butterfly...I couldn’t help giving it to you! You startle, your cheek fondles itself in the lace of your heart and your gentle smile is the clearness of the dancing clouds...let’s look for the sublime in the scent of nature, in the clarity of waters, in the
whisper of the wind ... the beautiful landscapes around are an enigma to all of us, so colorful and bright, as if a paintbrush painted pastels and rainbow tints in them...let’s learn  to be free and let the birds be our guides... let’s learn to have the stateliness and distinction of the mountains, the beauty of the plants, the warmth of the sun, the crystal clearness of waters and the purity of a child...the white macramé of humankind.