I'm sorry I didn't quite make it to the finishing line and managed only to post up to #14 before I ended up in Beijing, China on February 7 for a business trip. As we all know, almost everything is blocked in China and that means I couldn't finish what I started. I'm sorry... BUT, [...]

Here's the 14th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XVIII./Oh the black cross of a ship./Alone./Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet./Far away the sea sounds and resounds./This is a port./Here I love you.

I missed posting for yesterday, so here's the 12th and 13th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XIII.

I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

Here's the 11th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XII./You gather things to you like an old road./You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices./I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated/ that had been sleeping in your soul.

Here's the 10th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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I./I was alone like a tunnel. /The birds fled from me,/ and night swamped me with its crushing invasion./ To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,/ like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.