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I HELD TIGHT FOR A LONG TIME MY ANGEL
” I held tight for a long time my Angel,
and he finally sadness spread over him in my arms.
He was small, and I’m great:
until it was I the compassion,
and he’s only a prayer shaking.
Only then I restored to him his heavens,
fading, left me his most intimate things.
He learned to fly, I learned the life
and slowly one another we recognised each other.“
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
