I do not care what you live. I want to know what you want and that you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
I do not care how old you are.
I want to know how to run the risk that they look stupid for love, for your dreams for the adventure of being alive.
I do not care what planets are with the moon. I want to know whether you touched the center of your sorrow, that wound-betrayal you have ever in your life and that of other aches and pains fears receded ever been.
I want to know whether you can be together with pain, mine or yours, it violently you to dance and let the ecstasy fill you to the finger tip of without caution Intent, or to be realistic and remember the limitations of being human.
I do not care if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, that you can wear to the accusation of betrayal in order not to betray your own soul.
I do not care where and with whom you have studied. I want to know what su