Dear Christopher Quentin,  
we met first in Berlin, with your parents, than at the wonderful Thanksgiving 2011, you organised in the house of Samuel’s italian family.  
With your generous eyes and hands and your sunperson’s heart, thinking of you will be thanksgiving forever.  
Yours Emanuela and Gigi, Milano  

We shall not cease from exploration  
And the end of all our exploring  
Will be to arrive where we started  
And know the place for the first time.  

Through the unknown, unremembered gate  
When the last of earth left to discover  
Is that which was the beginning;  
At the source of the longest river  
The voice of the hidden waterfall  
And the children in the apple-tree  
Not known, because not looked for  
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness  
Between two waves of the sea.  
Quick now, here, now, always–  
A condition of complete simplicity  
(Costing not less than everything)  
And all shall be well and  
All manner of thing shall be well  
When the tongues of flames are in-folded  
Into the crowned knot of fire  
And the fire and the rose are one.