O breeze

...in this direction, does my darling prince live
from this direction, blows a fresh and cold wind...


Sublime and familiar. These words, and the melody.  My soil... the place where I come from. Place where simplicity is beloved and being together is considered sacred... where lovers are never loud and giving is the only way to seek... where someone's trouble upsets you, and his/her happiness makes your day. Where most powerful always becomes the host, the entertainer.. and being good is the most cherished, delightful  possession....where success belongs to everyone, and quiet confidence still thrives.

My love.. the more I talk to you, the more I feel.. that you belong to this place.