You always like to show me the way, in this luminous, sharp clarity that is the signature of your kind. I have to admit that I would not do without the light, even when, often, what you show me is a little frightening.
I know, as you would say, were you not abiding by your vows of silence, at my age, I should not fear to look at Death in the face.
Of course you are right. I have lived much longer than I will, in this uncertain future you kindly reveal to me, one candid view at a time. I admire this candour, and the style you have kept, ever since our beginnings, together…
For you are my personal angel of Death, the dark shadow from whom I cannot not hide, nor ignore. The one, I hope, not too soon, to do the journey with, to the quiet island .