LOVE FROM AFAR

“Amor de lonh” (Love from afar) is the name by which the troubadour of the 12th century Jaufre Rudel, Prince of Blaye, named his beloved. I just quote from LOVE LETTERS FROM A WIDOWER: THE MYSTERY OF SOUL MATES IN LIGHT OF ANCIENT WISDOM: “Rudel is being killed by nostalgia for a woman he has never seen. But he ends up putting a face to this woman: she is the Countess of Tripoli, whom he recognises as his twin soul on account of the stories he hears from travellers returning from the Holy Land (Tripoli was one of the areas conquered by the crusaders). He even becomes a crusader himself just so he can go see her. However, during the trip, he falls ill and arrives at Tripoli on the verge of death. When the Countess learns of his presence, she rushes to be at his side, and so he dies in her arms, thanking God for allowing him to see her”


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