11 THE TALE OF THE RED ROSE

I had told you about her but not of any kind, she is a person difficult to describe, she is as crazy as her alone can it be but is lovely too much also, more there of her wonderful and simplicity, she won my heart and the sky beside it, even though, when she is the stars from my galaxy in where she is the only and exclusive person on there, in the course of my birthday she gave me a rose red, she took a red-wine dress one I like and what beauty she looks with it, perhaps you ought to know how much I like this skirt, one half a skirt and another half a kind of blouse, its color is as the red-wine how I said and maybe you should know too how I love that color, she looked so vigorous with this dress, but as all, our encounter would have to end, like all in the life, and I saw her after she said to me goodbye, I saw her runs, she just gave me a gift and went, I watched her how she was taking estrangement and she vanished on the dark corridor because the street made me short meanwhile I looked her disappear.

Well as I have said like this are the matters of the life, someone live the love and another of we write it for at nights, and then, when I opened the gift there it was, The holy rose red! I know my eyes bright in that moment, I thought in how much I love her, that day cannot have left best. So simple and great as me, what beautiful she is, her has a grand heart and amazing soul, all our moments passed so fast like a threshold dark.