Written a couple of weeks ago...

At the end of the day what matters is where you return to.
At the end of the day what matters is a place where you can call home - a place where your heart feels like home.
At the end of the day what matters is a heart full of love.
At the end of the day what matters is only love... only love.
And so I finish my blessed day, sleepy like never, desperate to sleep in a comfy bed, today in Italy - where nothing makes me more happy than having a good night sleep...