It's about love AND freedom
This was written a long time ago. [1982]
Recorded last night.
Still haven't heard these words from anyone else yet.
My nightside table really looks like that.
Mar 7, 2006
This was written a long time ago. [1982]
Recorded last night.
Still haven't heard these words from anyone else yet.
My nightside table really looks like that.
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You envision correctly. I was just over at your house reading while you wrote this.
C'mon in.
Love is the beginning of a new freedom.
Haven't experienced that yet.
Love AND freedom! Yes, very difficult to have the two together.
I lived a great love with the father of my daughter, who is now dead. We were like two birds in a cage with the door open, who don't want to go away. Yes, he was jealous, and me too, but it never was a problem, so...
Now that he's gone, and maybe because I sometimes have the feeling that I'm unfaithful to him, I have to see things differently. I see the relations with others as a gift and something that happens to make some fulfilment in my life.
But yes, love AND freedom, it's very difficult...
That's so beautiful Clo.
What a tremendous loss.
I'm sure he loved you so much he would only want you to be happy and enjoy your life.
There can't be jealousy in the afterlife.
I have to give you a big oxo. Jz
Thanks Jozee!
And a big oxo to you too! :O)
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