Princess, the leaves are green, the wind is blowing in the forests and yet I truly feel like traveling away from here.
Travelling far away to the shores of Hispania.
While I am on this road to you, I will have to make some stops, to fill my bags with treasures to you. A golden heart and a white stone.
When I have done all that, one day, I will truly be at your doorstep, with a wide grin and a healthy condition from all that traveling.
We will meet, when I come to you, may it happen sooner rather than later.
G-d bless the speed of a traveller as he wanders to meet his chosen.
Categories: Metaphysics
