Time flies by, and I realize I don’t thank those people who have helped me through this difficult period of my life enough. That’s wy I would like to take the opportunity today to say a special thanks to Gunthilde Schmidt from Vienna, whose wonderful son Florian died of the long term effects of a vaccine injury this summer.
I offer my thanks to Gunti in the form of a poem adapted from Lambros Porphyras.
The Pine Trees
Maybe, some day, the pine trees on the mountains,
might make a carpet of branches for me,
So I can find a nook in their shade,
and build myself a shack there.
Maybe, some day, the summer and the pine trees
might make a couch of dry leaves, of fragrant needles,
for me to lie on and listen to their whispers
at dawn, desiring nothing beyond those pine trees.