When swallows are, under the vault of a starry sky, you find the way between Trees and your People, sweet loved soul, shining, do not feel alone anymore, we are like brother and sister, not because of the same blood, but all of us born of the same Father and by the Mother herself.
Look at the light coming out of your womb, look how it shines, feel it, it is nourishment and with it you could feed the world.
Bend like a willow that surrenders itself to the wind, live all your emotions, this will heal any pain, ride your white horse, let it loose, but remember to come back on it.
Be strong as an oak that stands noble facing weather.
See you soon and don’t worry, at any moment we will be together.