DAY 9
you are located so far as to sometimes think and to get used to the pain of their thorns. But it is as impossible to me Karen, and instead collapsed like a bloody bird'm dying little by little to the side of his eternal absence. Perhaps trying to draw again Sunday smell of forever mesmerized watching on TV all sorts of idiotic programs that make you laugh so much. And I love her without hesitation there because her beauty is basically a nymph, with that crazy laugh and those so small and jagged teeth.
Karen slow rain this afternoon, and I'd most like to tear the heart apart from the chest and granting it once and for all the dogs that roam the streets hungry. Or you come suddenly and simply embrace pah so deep and so close once again my Karen, kissing her eyes and forehead.
DAY 12
is morning and the bed huge and makes me despicable. I wake up so hot for you and wanting so bad to kiss her drumsticks Karen (no greater pleasure to suck her little thighs, you know). But instead I find the pillow of the couch just so rough, dirty and senseless on the bed, it bores me and despises me. I get up to the filthy kitchen watching the grudge rusty pans you last held After some time when I prepared these delicious eggs with cheese, rambling and levitating between the hall and the kitchen as goddess and as you laugh with his mother and partner honestly and completely.
I think one day I will wash those pans, but only if strictly necessary. There will be something that I long for the latest fragrances so your precious aroma.
I think so much and every moment, loved Karen.
DAY 15
These parties have not helped much and nothing. The liquor served at times pah pah forget or better yet you might not hurt as much. The laughter and friends serve pah that sometimes does not hurt his dagger both. But the truth is I can not remove it from my bones a while Karen, not knowing whether their performances were masterful things (knowing only you transform and deify all with their hands) or was his elixir poured from her perfect legs in my throat in the days of blood, today I make this request it so hideously and painfully, almost Ojonita of my soul.
I know you would be disappointed to know that now sold out instantly last resources of my ever so fragile patience, and as a relief to me aburdas engages in fights with others how I conchadesumadre crosses the road. Most of the time I spray it and a few others beat up and even a few more brigades cut me with their daggers. Then the blood only then and always, the only vestige of his love in the beautiful house damn gigantic. As maritirio and so devilish touch your way through my days.
Sometimes I feel like I broke the head voices Karen and I burst and I crave. Everything is so confusing and distant.
I love her, Karen .-
DAY 18
I do not know if they are months, years or centuries but definitely should clean these pans, because already at this point and certainly could engage in discussions philosophical with these mushrooms that I observed Karen smiling in the distance. The carpet is no longer red and the bathroom is not so green. And if I shower and if I shave is just enough and definitely not interrupt pah my neighbors work there.
liquor has become a good partner between your forgetfulness and fear of never seeing her. Yesterday I went down to the square and talked to some old ladies re old (a la Munra The Immortal), who gather every night to fix the plaza. Only two of them so small and quiet among the trees and weeds, if seen.
I joined them in their crusade and if you look at once the bays and alstromelias I brought forth from the earth would be so proud of me, Karen. I kid you not I put some in the slit Patah about media assholes flaytes messing me work, and that to enslave a few others (which stung me mussels) to haul stones up the pool old for a few nights.
I do not know whether to plant roses or planting a small Palmeritas side. Indeed that, or burn all at once and go off.
would be so nice to see you again, Karen.
DAY 44
Karen just happened and started as a small shadow at first he passed between the stones and leaves. The first day I whisper things until he started walking like a demon mole below the ground. The old women began to be frightened by such I nailed the ground and dazed. Always whispering louder until one morning he simply sat beside me so as creature with his eyes until his lip scar Karen. It has a black cap and even fangs.
I immediately hid it in my clothes but he's not leaving, he walked in front of me as cocky between neighbors without anyone else to see. He was spitting at all.
Yesterday I dreamed that you came, Karen.
ANOTHER DAY
If you understand the importance negligible pah had told me those words and you read again dying of grief and sadness, perhaps would be shed on the carpet eating pickles and Italian salami that he loved. So instead of so far.
I know that elves do not exist Karen, and sometimes I get to convince. but Moiri (so I put), wandering around the house making allegations and talking in that strange language and cursed forever, "Bala mushaff Abjalá rajanamishanifto!" pointing his finger small and always arguing with her big eyes and angry. I think it's a joke of fate, but always gets in trouble and I've had to hit so many neighbors, and destroy pots where his enemies and even burn the whole place so it does not arrive to invade the other legions of which he always talk to me. If you look like old ladies crying and how the cops took them frozen.
Everything is so strange and without any form. My only light is still their eyes and hands.
loving her every minute, Karen.
another day ...
Moiri is so funny that even makes me think that is our son. It must be so by the closeness and affection that I have always rearranging things and getting into trouble. Although sometimes it's too hard not to get it out of my head and not want your love and your hands. From one day to another and do not quite understand the colors and shapes of things, up or down or hot o frío. Sólo sé seguir escribiendo cuando estos malditos familiares y enfermeras me dejan al menos hacerlo.
Mi madre cree que soy un niño y me obsequia juguetes pah que juegue con Moiri, yo no recuerdo habérselos pedido pero a ratos me entretienen. A veces también me enojo y los golpeo a todos y también mato a los perros en caso que quieran morder a Moiri que le asustan tanto. Creo que ya me llevaran a otro lugar dice mi hermano. Él dice siempre tantas cosas
Hay mucha niebla y frío Karen.
Mi única verdad es usted.
YA SIN DÍAS....
Los ventanales son terribles y esta ropa siempre atándome y no dejándome Moiri city. That's why I hate them and whenever I can to cabezasos rammed and bite. If I knew the cowardice of these insane and bloody doctors electrocuted and beat me the way to the rooms. But Moiri side always singing their songs and nonsense, I'm so glad.
I see through the window and you cry Karen, and I think it looks so beautiful every time he does. Please do not stop to think that I like your tears, but it is only her beauty and her mouth and moistened with Rosadita lip scar, and I so eager to kiss her.
You cry with her little hand resting against the window open and I do not quite understand if I'm imagining or remembering, or indeed if it has been pr order to me. I would like make it into the house and sit down on a red carpet vaguely remember, but do not quite understand then that things are handled. You look at me I do not know whether outside or inside my head, and between the absolute vacuum and fanatic I just understand that my heartbeat rise little by little for all that was and will always be in my blood.
All I understand is a love for you, and pretty accurate. Amendola
madly and forever, dear Karen.
