Dear Queen of Tunis,
Sometimes I think my expectations are much bigger than the sum of what life can give. Other times I think I don’t have the capacity to make use of what I have been receiving. Regardless of what I am feeling right now, something is urging me to write some words to you.
You are a gift in many ways. A gift of revival, for those who seek serenity and understanding. A gift of the sacred touch, by which you take whoever you want to a dream-to-be-engraved. However, you are a gift that undervalues its contribution to life.
I am thankful because you exist. You show me how the past and the present do conspire to make me live a peaceful future. I am very thankful because you don’t give up fixing an unmoving train believing that oneday it will run so fast. I am thankful for the adventures, for the talks, and for what the future will bring for you, or me, or both of us together.
Queen of Tunis, you are truly one-of-a-kind and please, never overlook a prophecy that may say you will make a palm tree smile, or a sad man happy.
Affectionately,
K.H.
I can guess to whom it is written… But why queen of Tunis? U must have loved her really.M
Maybe your guess is wrong
Maybe this is different story!