Tonight I have no desire to sleep. / I want to remain here until morning / writing poetry. / The heart drowns less slowly / when the pen sheds tears / and the paper dries pain.
And between one verse and the next, I see myself again in a mirror as a student, dreaming and lost in the libraries of Oxford and other cities across the UK. So many years have passed, and so many things have happened… not all of them good, unfortunately. But my artistic heart remains the same, indomitable in many ways, even if my magic is fading…
Tonight I see all the students in the world and feel their hearts dreaming of a happy future. I would like to embrace them one by one, to comfort them when they feel low on energy, perhaps lost in a computer room writing their essays.
My heart is with you, little great heroes.
Look for me if you wish, in some yellowed page on the shelves of your library, and remember that the world is in your hands; take care of it, and above all, take care of your deep and unique feelings.
I love you all. If you look at me I feel you.
Be Empathic!
With all my best wishes and my heart,
M.
Edinburgh, July 23, 2025
