The letter

Baby, I miss you, I feel that you live in me sometimes, especially after we`ve been together. Like cheeks , frozen from the cold, I am warming up on you chest. YOu don`t know what you want, just curl with me under the blanket and listen to my cat miyuning in the tone of us , and birds, chirping the melody of our song. When we grow older, we learn to appreciate every breath of the feeling which is sincere and comes toward you, warming your body and straightening your spirit. You know that everyday run is fulfilling and desiring, that children is your wealth, that money is a  nessesary dirt , but not the purpouse , that love exists, we just have to dig for it at the bottom of your own soul, and try to see the reality and stop drawing pictures in our swollen ,filled with stories, mind. Life is a blues, with minor and major blind up in one final accord, it will be dissolved in the air, leaving the memory of us through our children, through good deeds, through unbroken human connections. We will vanish with a wind  of huracane, taking of the boardwalk of our path, path  of  eternal sense in the momentum of wide glittering smile, the smile of infinite nature, reflecting our savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.