Warm gust blowing, under sleepy velvet sky

Reveals an open canopy of scattered stars

And with it re-awakening forgotten memories

That echo in the breeze, in the stillness of the night

and then I hear love whispering, in my soul

And know the answers to unasked questions

Leaving this heart wedged between and solace solitude

Like momentary peace to the dying

Shakkira xx

Mirror of our exile, of our fragility, you, dear nostalgia, you call us back to the Unity! It is you, dear Heart, who changes the illusion of the absence into the experience of the presence, the exile into the hug. Dear heart, betrayed, you bleed through and call us back ... Cry, dear soul, cry out all your suffering, until you have become an empty space for Me. I am waiting for you, I am here, here for you. I need you, my dear soul, under the big pine tree, wrapped into the prayer, into the Breath, breathing through ... Come. You, dear heart, The Educator in us, you watch us smile and weep and say: I love you, I see you through the eyes. Whose eyes are these? Answer, go, experience, and return. Yes, teach me, here I am, surrendered. I die to the illusion of the separation and let the being enter the garden of its new life. Who is me? Do you know me? Now, repeat after me ... Learn, my dear soul, my dear me, my dear you, I am helping you through. I am educating you. You are loved, so much, so tenderly ... Father, merci!

In the silence of the night under a big pine tree

I share my prayer with the stars, the sky, the wind.

I pray the Father for His embrace and love to thee.

In the silence of the night, my tears play with the wind.

(...)

In the silence of the night your hand is firm and near

There is no time and there, you see, there are no tears

but only the most tender heart inviting every one to come.

In the silence of the night you pray: «let the answer come!»

(...)

In the silence of the heart, your fast, my dearest day.

You are the love, the hope, the one breath who says

You are the gift of the Word, let your heart be my hands

You know my love, you know my tears,

(...)

Go and return, hurry up my dear!

The moment:

"Rendezvous at Le Lavandou", Henri Salvador.

"This evening, the sea and the sky are going to meet together

Turn Le Lavandou into an unreal world

And on the golden beach the sands are getting softer

The sky falls asleep on the sea, cheek to cheek

What do I care, with the evening exploding into a thousand fires

If I cannot see it in your eyes

What do I care if the wind murmurs such soft words

If my heart cannot expect them from you

For this evening, the sea and the sky had made their rendezvous

To make an unreal world, just for us

For this evening, the sea and the sky had made their rendezvous

Turn Le Lavandou into an unreal world

But on the wet sand, with one final eddy,

Shiver and die, washed out, my mad dreams." (in italics)