That words

Dear,
The cold days comes. And I think about you.
I know that between haven and this land it is me with hart which is beating just with your name in it. You are warmness for it in these cold days.  

Birthday which is coming

Dear,
My birthday is coming. So in that name I decide you to congratulate for that thing that you know me, for that you met me, for that you have someone to think about. You have person who love you and who care for you.
In that case I want to give you a present. That flower from chocolate.

Voley

Dear,

I hear volleys.
I have thought on you. This worm night with freshness I try to find some single lighting to go there where it shows. But my heavy thoughts wants dream.
 I have thought that I had this lite with you. If I stood with you it would be, and that heavy, much more easy. But I am there. With my legs in pain and eyes tired from the wish of dream.

My worst enemy is scare. And braveness comes to much late. I have sighed on the worm fresh night and braided your look in the dark green shadow of the plum tree.

Days of summer

Dear,
Sun dandles green plants. The white shirts of the hardworking ladies undulate on the wind. I remember one Japanese saying 'For the smart men and buzzing of the mosquito is the music.' I here the first zip of the bombus terrestris. The old cat dreams. The first days of summer is here.
But I feel drowsy then with huge breath smileys.



                                                                                                                                                                                                   











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Love is like music

I feel it energy, and my lips itch, I feel it trough my eyes. It is like spate. I feel how enter in my heart. I could loughe and I could cry. It Is like baby' s first bath. You thing you could drown but you tranquil because nice smells around you. Music it is message and its energy like it is love' s energy evene we can hear or see, but we can feel it.

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The sed day

Dear,

The sun shine and day sings but I feel lonely. It like' s that in my heart entered yellow autumn with little bit sun. Around my home came three little cats. They are grey. I gave them to eat. They looked at me with fear in their deep gazes. Before that they all were together. But the little one who got  smallest piece sits now in other place.
 Why?
 It goes around and around then stops. It behaves like it needs more care, and it thinks about it whole time, like me, sits in one corner and waits while its brothers are lying below the rose which just has start to grow.

Dear,
My energy, today, is killed. And need some time.

To my love

Today is nice sunny day. I have thought about you
Today I have heard about old Romans and their ability to bring into their culture everything nice from other cultures. Like that in ancient city in Egypt there is old mummy with very nice character of the men and with Greek symbols and paint from honey cubes. Also there is a painter who works with paint technique from old times.
He works with bio colours and  and colour with skin balance.  I have watched him how he thin - lays and wipes of coats of the same two colours frequently and makes that art due.
I, like him, make my art. I am taking of and and laying on parts of love to you. Every time I take of some part left on scintilla.

Wish

Dear.
Today is the very nice, worm, day. On the sky runes soft, cotton, white clouds. Seepages of the plants goes trough branch. Sun shines in the hear, like palm of your hand. Everything in the around is in the colours from Easter eggs and very small flowers. It is nice when you can feel free. I went out in the garden. Listened the music in the distance. I have lessons of English language. Day goes fast in play and smile with the children. I have get from them little present, it is flowers from my garden and hollyhock. It reminded me of the Bronko, his book 'Garden of hollyhock s colour' and his grandad.
I have thought about you whole day and wished if I could get one present, you.
I think when in the life can not get something you can get more nice things from something else. 

Real lady

Dear,
I recently get an e mail from our mutual friend. He is feeling very well. He wrought to me about some person which he has met. If you just read how he writes about her. It was so fulfill and with great deal of excitement.
It has reminded me of us and that puer feelings of our love which is happens just once in whole life.
I wish them everithing pretty and nice.

The letter to old lady from her friend

Dear,

I have just remembered and sitted to send you a e mail while I drinked coffee. These days I am so busy and what i do I bye presents for family. Like that, I want to tell just you, I have met one person. 

How she pretty if you just knew. She so intersante with her long blond her and her white quite face. I have sow her on the street while she was watching mirrors. She is tall. 

I asked her to drink coffee. She so gentle. With her pleasant calm voice and her sharp and easy movements. 

We was talking so long. She talk so quit with her white mouth and healthy smile. The words just have came out. She have black eyes. She has watched me with her soft black gaze. 

I wish so hard to see her again.  

Let wind blow

The whole last night was rain. The wind blowed so heavy. It was very strange, that feeling. The heavy dark cloud and me. You have feeling that you alone in this world. I was sitting in the room. I was worried about you. In the morning I waked up and looked trough the window. It was snow. We have not had electricity whole day and we all have pried. I have thought:,, How we whole scared now when we can do it anything.' The wind should blow more days, like that doubtless wars would not exist no more.' I have wanted to go and dance in the wind , while wind has coddled my neck, hair, an whole my body, while I have dressed in long white dress.  ' Let wind blows and blows'. 'What is it now'? 

Why I like you

Last night was beautiful. The secret was around my neck and coddled  whole my body. I was in black. I listened the music, danced and I was not tired anymore. I watched that coruscation and moves around me. I puted my palm together.
I met a person. He was so unpolite. I have thought : ,Thank god that I love you not one like him.'
I was scared of everything that he wears with his self.
 Why I like you? I have not asked you anything you have told me the truth. You have never told me lies.  You have seduced me with the truth with everything that you have done end have brought with you. Everything that you have had. You always have asked me the true. You have gived me freedom. That was my freedom.  

Your eyes

Dear,
The fog goes around hills.
I have heard today that in our eyes cast for our beloved once. Your eyes are so black like night on the sea. I cast for in your eyes. I It is mz appartmant there.
I am on the barge while moon in your gaze is still. I am jumping from the white barge with silk skin and long blond hear in to the water and swim. I am happy. I turned up and down and around me in to circles.
Your eyes are like black fire balls to me.
You are my wish and my hope. I wish you and believe in you.

I miss your voice

Dear,
I miss talking with you. I miss your voice.
When I wrote to you last time I forgot to tell you that we had the days when the meteors have been fell, a huge number of meteors.
That day I heard that something fell by my home. It fell from the sky, rolled of the home s walls and flit.  It is diagonally between the road and my home. I heard. I have looked for that. It is meteor I firmly believed in it. 

I do not know anything

Dear,
My town sleeps in blue silk again. It is cold. I heard  somewhere women dream sin, there, women has the real problems and dreams how pay the bills, is it child at school. We all tired. We and the town. Someone from the problems and town from the winter.
I have these pictures again . Because you. I paint them. I like to paint. The hand listens me. It is not like paint brush. I get nervous because I can not do it everything that I wont. Someone asked me how I do it. How? How do not do it? My whole bellowed town is in silked pictures. I write again. I wont to publish a e book.
I got to know a friend. He inspires me. He paints. He has painted a cube.
 I do not know anything but I can tell you everything, the cube.

Tear

Dear,
The hill gathers in snow comforter. The plants stream trough the ice like my heart while is straggling when I think about you. My mouth are mealting.
I remember last year. It was not like this. Snow was so big that I could touch it trough my little window.
Everything was white. I was worried and though about plants. It has been their first year, and about people. I like our home. It was worm that year. I was thinking about you and remembering what you used to do and how you had talked joke. I was laughing and filling teardrop in my aye s lash.

Do you

Sometimes I watch the sky. I often ask my selfe what is above that long. I watch shadow of the moon. I protrude my arm and wish that feel somthing by touching it. Then I slowly snitch that other do not hear, often with a book. I like when I am tired of hard work and reading.

Anather day withough you

Today I have first sitted with my friends in my garden. We were talking. And they asked me why I am so happy. The grass was blue lied down. . The hills were tilting basket of the sunny day. The cold aer was entering in my bones. And sun relieved worm on my hear. I have thought about you.
I have remembered that day when I had left your town.
 I saw you. You have stand by tobacconist while you were reading newspaper and while I was passing by in taxi . I have decided not to call you and say hallo to you. I could not. I was sed. It has passed long time since that. I remember.

Dear,
It is winter. It is cold day with sunny worm. The fog comes from the hills. Plants in my little garden waits to get some look.
I wish to make little orchard. I dream about that I become rich I still do.
What you do? Are you still in some corner of the dark, concrete room.
Do you ride still your white golf? Why you have passed by my house? I sow you and I am thinking about that every morning and night. Why don't you drop by? Are you scared?