I have a new life, a new way. How I learn to stop worrying and love the pomp. People love apologises. There seems to be a particular predilection for equating everything to "making love to a beautiful woman". Of course, sometimes it is frustrating: when you are waiting for the last love as the first love. To have other man or other woman not just understand what it is that we are feeling. Forget. As with a lot of things, loves fade. Falsehood spreads darkness at the speed of light. I would not like feeling great spirit of independence because the love makes love. It would be simple. I am on my way home now. I like too many different types of love. I want to play in places that do not restrict the audience in any way, by race, age or whatever. I can forget. I can live without you. I must live without spite.
When I expanded my house. Your eyes showed open admiration. Today our eyes are closed. Our love is restricted. I feel upset about this. I did not to hurt your feelings. And I did not to hurt my feelings.
