I am looking to find you and tell you something interesting that I just read about, and like the most of the time find you standing near the kitchen's window , looking to the our small garden,
waiting for another thin but powerful sprouts to come out from dark & hard earth,
waiting for another bud to forget modesty & shyness and open as a beautiful flower,
waiting for a little playful bird to eat the grain and seed which you prepared,
and waiting for Fefeli the baby squirrel to come and eat the fruit which you put there.
You love all these moments and I love the purity and tenderness of your soul!
