Dear Michael, I Know That You Love Me,

Dear Michael, I know that you love me, hack my letters (coincidence?) . You wrote about Night when I asked friend, about semen, Adam and Eve. You put your picture in black coat after I praized Joseph in it. And today you wrote about Cosmos, Time and Space on His Shroud's tip! If you don't read my mail - more stronger is the blow of such dialogue, I watch you every day - and so our thoughts may find common way. Dear Michael, let us be open! And tomorrow you'll be in Prague. I want to be with you there also, like the tune of Kabbalah's band!