With special guest Patrice Pike - Conspirare

O Flower, whose fragrance tenderWith sweetness fills the airContre Qui, RoseContre qui, rose,Avez-vous adopté ces épines?Votre joie trop fineVous a-t-elle forcéeDe devenir cette chose armée?Mais de qui ous protégéCette arme exagérée?Combien d’ennemis vous ai-je enlevésQui ne la craignaient point?Au contraire, d’été en automne,Vous blessez les soins qu’on vous donne.Against whom, rose,Have you assumed these thorns?Is it your too fragile joyThat forced youTo become this armed thing?But from whom does it protect you,This exaggerated defense?How many enemies have I lifted from youWho did not fear it at all?On the contrary, from summer to autumnYou wound the affection that is given you.–Rainer Maria Rilke, transl. Barbara and Erica MuhlHow We LoveLife has taught me thisEvery day is new /And if anything is trueAll that matters when we’re through / Is how we loveFaced with what we lack / Some things fall apartFrom the ashes, new dreams startAll that matters to the heart is how we loveHow we love / How we loveFrom the smallest act of kindnessIn a word, a smile, a touchIn spite of our mistakes, / Chances come againIf we lose or if we winAll that matters in the end is how we loveHow we love / How we loveI will not forget your kindnessWhen I needed it so muchSometimes we forget / Try to be so strongIn this world of right and wrongAll that matters when we’ve goneAll that mattered all alongAll we have that carries onIs how we love–Beth Nielsen Chapman16(I see your true colors / shining throughI see your true colors / and that’s why I love youso don’t be afraid to let them showyour true colorstrue colors are beautifullike a rainbow)