I have got you at the tip of my tongue,
at the end of my mind.

My fallen star which rose again and shines brightly,
enlightens my dreams, my way.

A feather you planted under my blade
has grown, has spread.

My angel, which I miss more and more every fall.

I am hungry for your voice,
your work and eyes.
Forever young.

I was shaped with your words.

Tell me, would you drink with me,
to celebrate the fate ?
If we ever met…



      • I completely agree. I’m not sure how I feel about his boxing stint and subsequent transformation though.

      • I think that he’s always been a fighter deep inside. However, if it wasn’t for boxing his face wouldn’t have changed some much. He said it himself, that he’s been punched so many times, his bones were broken and he met a bad doctor… I feel sorry for him, for the fact he’s been out of business for so many years. Yet I admire his strength, his character. He is real, no pretending, no fake smiles etc. 🙂

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