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[nausicaa83]

Shape of my heart

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for the respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart

I'm back! No sign of my illness coming back, yay! My oncologist was also really surprised to see that my blood tests show no sign of stress as back in december, so that means I'm being a good calm girl as I promised. ^^

I wanted to bring a book with me to read while waiting for my turn, and which one did I choose? Obviously Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera! That's a pretty funny book to read in a hospital if you think about it, but I noticed that only when patients who were walking up and down the hallway started stopping in front of my seat so that they could read the title on the cover and make a surprised face. It was funny! XD

I walked all the way, more or less one hour worth of walking through Venice, and that made me feel good. Painfully sad, but good. I know, it's hard to explain. And when I came back I was *so* hungry (it was 2 pm, and I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast). Tomorrow I have to go and buy my train ticket for friday, I still can't believe I can go on a holiday! O_o