Willie Nelson wrote about the ghost of love. I have never met such a thing. But in the faces of women passing by, I imagine what they were like in childhood and adolescence. I have preserved the image of my first childhood love at the age of seven. I wrote her a letter at the age of nine with the words, - Lucy, you don't like me - Write me an answer! - and threw the letter on the threshold of her house. Now the features of her childish face have been erased from memory.
@@wladimirtay69old but you know she’s thinking the same thoughts! We’re not so different men and women. We all have our ghosts. We just don’t share those stories with the world.
Night and silence, given forever. Rain, or maybe snow is falling. All the same, endlessly warmed by hope, I see a city in the distance that does not exist... Where it is easy to find shelter for a wanderer, Where they surely remember and wait. Day after day, sometimes losing, sometimes confusing the trail, I go to this city that does not exist.
@@wladimirtay69old everything exists! We just have to locate it. I have no doubt that you and I will meet someday. It’s our shared destiny! I love you brother! Have a wonderful snowy day!
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Willie Nelson wrote about the ghost of love. I have never met such a thing. But in the faces of women passing by, I imagine what they were like in childhood and adolescence. I have preserved the image of my first childhood love at the age of seven. I wrote her a letter at the age of nine with the words, - Lucy, you don't like me - Write me an answer! - and threw the letter on the threshold of her house. Now the features of her childish face have been erased from memory.
@@wladimirtay69old but you know she’s thinking the same thoughts! We’re not so different men and women. We all have our ghosts. We just don’t share those stories with the world.
Night and silence, given forever.
Rain, or maybe snow is falling.
All the same, endlessly warmed by hope,
I see a city in the distance that does not exist...
Where it is easy to find shelter for a wanderer,
Where they surely remember and wait.
Day after day, sometimes losing, sometimes confusing the trail,
I go to this city that does not exist.
@@wladimirtay69old everything exists! We just have to locate it. I have no doubt that you and I will meet someday. It’s our shared destiny! I love you brother! Have a wonderful snowy day!