Ideally I would have been born in France
and I would sit now sipping wine and writing,
on a river’s shore…
But what can I do?
My soul got lost on his way there
In a land of beautiful contradictions!
And I found here more life passion than a glass can harbor.

Ideally I would be married with children by now,
But I chose to live a life and not a pattern.
And with life you cannot foresee the next steps.

Ideally I would still be teaching,
giving as gift all I know,
but instead of just knowledge
I wanted to share pieces of my soul.

And ideally a prince would show up at my door
No white horse,
Just him, hands full of honesty!
But instead of that,
it seems I have to go looking for him.
And bumping my soul along the way
against other people
is what brought light on some facts:
Royalty is not about wearing a crown,
Just as ideals are not about fulfillment!
They are mere guidelines on our way!