January 2006
Här följer en kvickt ihopsnickrad dikt innehållandes väldigt mycket kärlek till Lina:
If I was a painter, I’d put colour to my love.
Had I been a singer, I’d chant you to skies.
If I h
detta är Linas vackra counter-dikt:
my face which was frosen
now burst into a smile
for such beauty
i have not seen for a while
i am not a poet,
but i send all my love to you
you have