Washes my soul. At the end of the day and after spending considerable

time at the computer. Following daily political events in my country

and other countries as well. It’s feel magical to sit before my table

and listen to classical music. Since I’m not reading neither writing

my concentration is full on the musical notes. Although brief and futile

for a fraction of a second, make an impression in me. Deeply in me.

I don’t know the language of music. But I’m capable of feeling its voice.

Sweet as a silky hand caressing my brain. Sweet as my love’s lips.

Sweet as the breeze through the door. And I sit. Close my eyes and

enjoy its magical presence. As I said. Shall continue listening more.

Then I shall go to bed and enjoy a very similar experience.

By reading a book. In my hands, before me. Not reading a computer

screen. A book. Made of paper and black letters. Using my night light

above my head. Directed to those magical pages. I read one author and

another. After a while, I said to myself…you had a good meeting with

your old friends. Time to get some sleep. And that’s what. I do.

Good night.

EO