I owe a lot to those who do not like.
The relief with which I agree
that are closer to another.
The joy of not being the wolf I
of their lambs.
I feel at peace with their
and freedom with them, and this
's Love can not give, nor
can remove it.
not have the same expectation from the door to the window. Patient
almost like a sundial,
understand what love does not understand,
lose that love will never forgive.
From a meeting in a letter no eternity passes
,
but only a few days or weeks.
trips with them always work well,
concerts are heard all the way,
visit the cathedrals, landscapes
sharp. And when we separate
seven mountains, rivers, mountains and rivers are
found in any atlas.
E 'on their
if I live in three dimensions,
in a space opera, not rhetorical,
a true horizon, because mobile.
They themselves do not know what
bring in empty-handed.
"I do not owe them anything" -
would say the 'love
on this issue open. Wislawa Szymborska
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