-Do you remember when we first met? The blow of the midday breeze on your hair? And that we laughed and sang the songs of ours? An recall the petal you gave me? An the tears of happiness weaping from the Great Oak? And the colors of the rainbow? And the shapes of the clouds?... Do you remember me?
- How could I not, my darling, if the very first time I saw you, thee were dreaming me on a wishing mushroom?

I love you Sofi... with all my being...