Jefferson Airplane - Comin' Back to Me

Sisters, hill, reunion


It was the last day of a tender autumn which caught with its magic every heartbeat. An October of discovering was witness of their first glance to each other in this life. Because the sisters knew themselves long before that day, even if they didn't know then.

Winter and shaved heads came. Snow and wine. Long talks. A blooming spring flew over the hills, snow melted, they travelled far away. Volcanoes and other crazy tales. So April died, and they weren't together anymore.

Day will come when both souls might have a reunion. Sister with sister, journey with journey.


To Pinar Gonul, might the Universe take care of you, wherever you are. Namaste.