The other day, Lu came up with a sudden piece of text which I will, without her permission, translate and transcript here:
"Green is what gives you hope, what makes you breath and feel the little fairies that grass carries away, caressing your cheeks while its color, its aroma, its passion, flow in your veins. Green is your blood now, green like the river of your tears, green is your life because a sigh of reality has been stuck in it."
Lu and her words made me think of Walt Whitman and his Leaves of Grass. I am going to read it.
(after ten minutes: Ok, I read Walt, and you know what, I'm too tired to take the effort to understand him. I am going to bed.)