I'm a sheep grateful to the wolves: They protect me behind the doors, always monitoring everything I do, always for my own good.
What I would without them?
I probably would be lost, in another place I don't want to know.
That's why I'm a grateful sheep. A happy, grateful sheep.
Yesterday I had a beautiful dream:
The black bull devoured the white lily, while a heavy rain of yellow petals kept falling from the sky.
It was truly a sight to behold.
