Use your heart to see things, for what's essential stays invisible to the eyes.*
To someone, whom I "read", live, and whose last post I read tonight.**
I had this feeling about you.
I knew there was something.
Like Damocles' sword above your head.
A feeling that you knew how thin life is.
And why it is important to do what has to be done,
And not only what one wants to do.
How did i know ?
"History is written on the sands of Arrakis"
I'm a reader.
I read people.
That's one of my gifts from birth.
Especially, when I don't have to hide myself.
I read their faces,
Their eyes,
Their attitudes,
Without even thinking about it.
That's how I knew M. had a crush on me from the very night we met.
That's how I knew there was a deep wound behind cutie B. 's clown character.
That's how I knew there was more to you than the eye can see.
Tonight, reading the suscribers' diary, I saw your name and one word, and I had my answer.
For readers, like me, first impressions are the right ones.
My eyes feel it, my heart knows it.
But only your speech,
Could state the nature of it.
I will not dare to imagine your life for I'd be far but truth.
I can only admire you for living it the way you do.
You have all my love. From a human being to another.
Leto, the sandworm in me.
* "On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux" (le renard, in Le Petit Prince, Antoine de St-Exupéry)
** A quelqu'un, que j'ai "lu", en live, et dont j'ai lu le dernier billet ce soir.
