I make myself the same question my dear friend Mick once did to his Angie...

I found this pic on google...isn't it beautiful ?

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman( man , in this case) that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried



This Rolling Stones song describes some thoughts of mine .
One trying alone can't really go any far . Loving Angie seems not to be enough, cause my Angie seems to own a distant heart, a distant mind, a distant soul, and very distant plans . Way distant .
Angie seems to be very indifferent , giving me the impression that these clouds will never desappear . I guess Angie wouldn't lead us any farther from here . I mean nowhere .
Angie doesn't show any exitement, never express too much feelings, and hardly any share some personal thoughts or point of view. Angie don't seem to dream at all .
Angie's foot look just like trees' roots attached to the underground . Angie doesn't realize time is getting short, and that the land is getting dry .
Angie seems to be a northern kind of flower that will never bloom. A kind of dove that will never fly away .
Sorry if one of these days I might not be able to wait anymore. I've been feeling my wings are growing they by day, and soon they won't fit this little iron cage anymore . One of these days I'll have to spread them all over this big world .