Dear sister of mine, I am so glad to have found you. You probably already know it but I wanted you to know it truly by putting it on this site. You're so much help and support to me I find it incredible you're not living near me. I am sad though ... I wish I could come to Perth way sooner than expected. All this dreams and projects we have together mean a lot to me and I'll hope they come true pretty soon. All this thing of going to New York and have an apartment in Lower East Side ... I'm sure we can do it. We can ask for scolarships for our studies and about the apartment find a job (roadie ??) and well ... I can't think cuz I'm just way too tired :-) I wish I'd be here to wipe your tears, I know your life isn't a bed of roses and it pisses me off not to be able to do anything about it. It's like all the power I had gathered for years is unuseful. But I know you know you feel what I feel ... and throughout your emails I know it more. It's just like those soulmates thing or something but I don't totally get it. I just want you to know that I'll always be there for you and that you can rely on me always. This is really what I mean. I love you loads and loads and loads, you're a piece of a shining moon. (how metaphoric I can be ! 2nd effect of the pink tie laying under my bed, from Ikea) Morgane-Lones brilliance taking over music business honey !!! Your morgane.

all my life i worshipped her, her golden voice, her beauty's beat, how she made us feel, how she made me real, and the ground's beneath her feet. Now I can't be sure of anything, black is white, and cold is heat for what I worshipped stole my love away, it was the ground beneath her feet. Go lightly down your darkened way, go lightly underground, I'll be down there with another day I won't rest until you're found. Let me love you true, let me rescue you, let me lead you to where two roads meet, o come back above, where there is only love. She was my ground, my favourite sound, my country road, my city street, my sky above, my only love, and the ground beneath my feet. -- Salman Rushdie