Wednesday 7 January 2009

soul 2 soul

The BOF is a happy man this morning. A message arrived on his facebook page a day or two ago, containing approval and enquiry about his photographs. 

He replied. As ever in these things, the rude and ill-educated Englishman could only use his own language, while his correspondent, hailing from Portugal, managed an exuberant form of a language not her own. 

As the correspondence developed, it transpired that the images Srta. G had selected were identical to his own personal favourites. 

The exchange continued with growing harmonic resonances.

The final phrase in the Senhorita's message read as follows:

"Maybe one day your soul can rest embraced by mine."

How can the day not promise joy when it begins with such a sentiment?

1 comment:

your Diagram said...

and one month after:

In secret we met -
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears.

Lord Byron