e.e. cummings – i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Why do you read me?

I wonder how people find this blog? And why do they read it?

I obviously gave the url to a few, selected friends, but when I have a look at the map, there are lots of other people reading it… Weird! Can it be that what I write is interesting? If so, why?

Anyway, I was wondering about love, and found myself thinking “Love is not knowing what love is”… I like it… And probably someone else has said exactly the same thing before me, but I don’t care, the idea just popped up in my mind.

Other than that, there’s not much news. New job is great although horribly tiring… For now my marriage is functioning rather good in its weird own sense. And my precious one, my daughter, is loveable as ever…

Life is sweet now, a bit tiring, but nice tiring, so I’ll continue enjoying.

And again: why did you read this post if you don’t know me?