| Dear a.a.s. I was remembering our conversation the other day… you know, the first time I felt that funny feeling of ‘being at home’ was when I saw the apple tree in the garden of the house next door. I remembered the apple tree in my garden when I was a kid, and the little apples spread on the floor, fallen before they could get ripe. By the end of winter I saw the flowers in the gardens, especially the roses and the pansies...I felt the smell of the earth. And the cats, I always had cats at home! Every time I take a train I look at the rails and I remember the rails that crossed my town. The same trees everywhere and the yellow and brown leaves on the floor in autumn. What can be more real than those silent things?! There is love and fear and laughter... day and night and they are not different for you or for me, for anyone... I can’t believe in borders any more, they never really existed… Just the ocean and the rivers, the mountains and the forest, vast plains of snow and ice… this is all that exists. Enough isn’t it? I have left my footprints in a few places now. They have been erased almost immediately but what is it supposed to remain of a person’s passage anyway? I may go southwest soon but I will still be here somehow. Just staring over the ocean standing on a faraway portion of this planet having you and other friends with me in my mind... Hoping that you can come one day to close the circle, to print you feet there, next to mine... and feel at home. Best wishes... see you soon, Liliana |
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