BOSTON 22.3*C
For you my love
For you,
my love I went to a bird market
And I bought a bird
For you My love
I went to a flower market
And I bought a flower
For you My love
I went to a junk market
And I bought a chain
A heavily chain
For you
My love
And I went to a slave market
And I searched for you
But I couldn't find you anywhere
My love
Jaques Prevert
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
J.Donne
Good Morning Sunshine,wherever you are
