Blues

Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars

if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Joys are often the shadows cast by sorrows.

A cry of “I love you” rides the wind,

And I’m too late to call it back.

Out of my right eye is a picture

Of an exceptional tomorrow,

Yet rain comes out of the sun;

My left eye sees yesterday—

And the yesterday which might have been.

Ce n'est qu'avec les yeux secs que je peux apprendre à pleurer;

Only with dry eyes can I learn to cry.