Hace ya varios días que busco la luna en el cielo... pero no la veo; que busco las estrellas tras la puesta de sol... pero no las encuentro. Esta noche, como aquella noche, miro al sky and it gives me back the tears slipping on me, I soaked the soul of you ... Hope you are well, your soul is resting, it's not you that cry, though I do sneak behind the sail this week took me to sleep. This week we were in the church where you went on Sunday ... sorry for not listening to the Mass, I tried to listen to you between banks and insurance walls that you saved in the memory, like us. You are well within grandmother. Much more than I would have ever imagined. The good news is that you will not. The downside is that it hurts. Bottom line: this means that the two still alive. Yet when I pass
by the stool in front of your house trace the "Jocic" to see if I find sit-there, and when I cross Méndez Núñez look of your bedroom window, recalling the carnival rides you leaning, holding strong, so I will not stop fall ... You are in my friends because sometimes I speak to you, your stories are still alive with me, although I forget dates and I can not remember some names ... Tegueste still your legacy and your permission to celebrate a nice birthday there, fulfilling the dream of Malo, and that night I gave her the most beautiful full moon I remember ...
miss your twisted roll of kings, cola cao your home on day 6 but get your gift; thanks for sending Jack thought it would be a nice gift that you could not leave us at home and we had him there, I wanted to think so, so we brought him to my house that night and the next day we will take care and a family habérnoslo not been sorry but we could not take care of it.
This year you have a great-granddaughter grandma more! Julia called and is beautiful. When he was born I looked like a blanket attachment to the stuffed animal I gave you when you were in the hospital ... when a little older I'll tell her. That I have it stuffed me in my room and you'd be surprised how many times I Shagged ... will be with me now that I'm going to sleep, you will me now that I'm going to sleep like every night ... Do not forget grandma so do not cry anymore. Do not shed more tears from heaven, tomorrow I'll get up early and hope that the sun passes through my window to wake up, it means you hear my lyrics, my soul, my heart that loves you, do not forget you and you need not fill in heat ...
By the stars and back,
Story: "To Grandmother Selina"
Your granddaughter, S.
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