“Here’s That Rainy Day”
Is the title of a wonderful song from Wes Montgomery, please search for it and listen to.
Were two rainy days actually.
One was the closing day/evening of the Collective.
After hot like hell days in Eisenstadt, came the picnic day at the Danube Island in Wien.
The other was the morning she left Switzerland leading another place before going back home.
All my feelings were in a piece of paper.
Words can’t help you if there’s not a seed.
I didn’t know what would will be of those feelings. Everyone falling down as drops of that day. Every second far away from that gift. So was she a gift? Or some of those events I had to put in the right place?
I didn’t know.
There had been so many words… and the seed sowed in those days grew. Grew in a wonderful way.
And then came another rainy day.
[I know you know my theory about how the music is the perfect time machine, but in this case, came before the rainy days and even not listeing to the before mentioned song, it is perfect fitting ]
This time in Mulhouse, France. Yes another different country. 
Then Paris.
Then Göttingen for the first time, after sooooo many kilometers and an other country again .
But the perfect mood became love and the love became the perfect one. The one you don’t have to think about. The one you don’t have to ask to have.
The one it feels like a gift. The one sowed surrounded by simplicity and growing strong now in Göttingen.
This gift is called “Konstantina”.
Now you know why I’m here.
There are no any exagerations, any misunderstading.
Only feelings that return to the main subject: gifts.
Any moment in the last 3 months, is a gift.
Yo Daniel,
Rock on. Great news. And you two still need to get out here to california.
-Ben
scusa…. ma dove sei in questo momento???
Contattami via mail, che facciamo una chiacchierata!
(sorry if I use the blog for personal comment, but i don’t be able to contact Daniel in other way … )
…You don’t even know how much I’m happy for you, for your life in these days, you deserve it…oh yes you deserve all of this happines!
Ciao giarmondo… Solo un saluto!
Gifts are there to be taken, gifts are there to be shared, gifts are there to be treasured. Bless you and Konstantina
My english suks so I’ll be brief to prevent mistakes: your happyness is the gift your friends were waiting for! So, thanks a lot for this gift dear friend! I hope this little period become your whole life! I arm you!