Rita - Hachnisini

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let me under your wing,

Be a mother and a sister to me.

Will be, your womb, my head’s shelter,

My remote prayer's nest.



And during mercy’s twilight time,

Talk, and I shall unveil my torment's secret.

They say: there is Youth, in the world.

Where is my youth?



I shall confess you another secret:

My soul burnt in the flame.

They say: there is Love in the world.

What is Love?



The stars cheated me

There was a dream, now it’s gone.

Now I have nothing, in the world.

No Thing.



(H. N. Bialik)

He just doesn't rest at all that man! He's everywhere, doing everything, seeing everybody... (uhhh i wish i could live like that...)

He's like the new black - THE MAN TO BE.

The man every man SHOULD BE.

The new human being.

And if THIS could be possible - and men were to be as Clay - They would still be so different from each other, because Clay is so diverse, so layered...that you wouldn't be able to find two alike.

I think he should donate some of his DNA for science in order to take the essence of Clay and manufacture it as the best possible character a person could have.

I would love to have more Clays hanging around in the future - enough to last my children and their children and their children's children and their ... and... a...
Amen.

P.S.

Ally - You're my girl. I love ya :)

keep doing what you do best - spreading smiles and happiness.

Kisses

Michal