According to Buddha

Let the ugliness of unkindness in others impel me to make myself beautiful with loving-kindness. May harsh speech from my companions remind me to use sweet words always. If stones from evil minds are cast at me, let me send in return only missiles of goodwill. As a jasmine vine sheds its flowers over the hands delivering ax blows at its roots, so, on all who act inimically toward me may I shower the blossoms of forgiveness.

i like digging holes and hiding things inside them
when i’ll grow old, i hope i won’t forget to find them
’cause i’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

i’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
i’ve got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
i’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh
i’ve got no roots uh uh uh uh

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Abandoned Vineyard Mansion, River Douro, Porto, Portugal ~ April 2018