I have two more dear ones than the dead but I do not know all the time that I love your infinite words with what specific words they say. I do not know how much of the roman words we use for the strangers, I do not know what to sound to sit in their minds to know that it is not just a word, it's not a word, but I've put all my love in it. The words are too premature. Instead of love, breath, my life, I read you with your name and the excitement of the middle phonemes. In this worthless words, your name is still the most precious. Daughter's father
