My other me,
who I carry with me under my skin
although distances might be far.
And we laugh, and dream and cry and feel and hug.
And we are, of the same brick, with the same veins,
with the same movements, with the same desires.
I thank you for loving me, but most of all for loving the people who I love
despite everything else that happens under the sun.
I think of you, and pray for you, and love you. Always.
All the way from Spanish eco-villages and boats in the Mediterranean sea
to Swedish forests and German Christmas markets.