I often suffer from my straightforwardness. And they say I'm cutting and evil. I stumbled, I fell, but I'm getting up...I'm leaving. And I'm walking... And my path is overgrown with thorns... Insidiousness, malice---I meet every day. I do not give up. And with last strength, I am smiling. I know, the power is in me! It is in the heart, giving a handful of love, but there is both pain and sadness... Still, we need so little to be able to to be happy with the little things... Smiling, I greet every sunrise. At sunset, I wave with sadness. I strongly believe that goodness exists in a smile and with a friendly hand... In spring, summer, autumn and winter I was giving away. And with myself I was... If I look back over the years, I will only say---I really lived...
