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?