Hi Paul,

Today, the dawn is so pink

and the grass is so wet, bathed in dew,

The day blooms with finesse and  ease,

It’s a wonderful start! How are you?

It’s been long, since I’ve not sent you a message.

Please, do not be angry with me!

I was lost and my sorrow was deeply depressing.

You wouldn’t love me like that, Bel Ami*.  

I was lonely and looked like a duffer.

I was drowning in tears and pain

If you knew how much I had suffered,

you wouldn’t like to hurt me again.

It was so hard. I nearly died from sorrow.

But my soul’s tough – it got used to it and so…

You have become the hero of my story

Back from the past.

Paul, you should know:

Life is a miracle – a Gift an’ Advantage.

The grief has been polished to shine.

Tears and sorrow from Love (so romantic)

Let’s have a toast to the First Love Of Mine!

Paul,

That, In fact, is a poem of happiness.

I’m as free as a bird.

This is my new Me – ferric and fearless.

I am myself and it doesn’t hurt.  

Well, I do miss you, of course. It’s not easy.

Coping with memories, years of longing...

But I am trying to keep myself busy.

And I succeed in it. Now, I am stronger.

Tell me, old friend of mine, how you are doing.

Did you go back to your beautiful wife?

How are the children? I do like them, truly.

Take care, Paul, and be happy! Goodbye!

Marry-Magdalene