again a joy. I called on Wednesday for reading my letter by Radio Municipal de Ribera del Fresno, since from the 5 to 9, were the letters involved in this contest. And yesterday they called me but for me it was WINNER!
The prize is a night for two including dinner and regime bed and breakfast inn trattoria "Posadanostra" Ribera del Fresno (mansion of the Marquis of the Crown of the XVIII century, restored and furnished as lodging and meals, which follows the approach and philosophy of the movement, "Slow") . And I can assure you that after seeing online, I'm looking forward to enjoy my premioooooo.
This letter I wrote last year to the day book and read it on the streets of Seville snakes along Itimad my friends, my brother daniel, some friends and the pedestrians who were passing . Hung it on the blog at the time, but today I want to repeat given me joy. I hope you do not mind.
I have to thank Turcios, great illustrator who gave me their images on which I based part of the inspiration to write this Canto-Charter following its arguing that everything is always possible. Included give La Luna.
Kisses
Song of the Imagi-NA-©-TION
Illustrations:
Dear Innocent:
When I asked where I wanted, I always answered "To the Moon!" Absorbed in your own will or we want, as if my words were just the wind and asked again a few hours. And I repeated: "My love, I love you to the moon and beyond!" Then you forget. I've been thinking in that long. "Can you make my words had more consistency in your heart?" And above all I needed and kept insisting that you told me you wanted to, for example, until the sun ... Because this continues, then I would ask that you would like to a galaxy that does not know the name and my love would then become a love you want in the abstract. not naming no limit to love, loved by constellations or black holes that swallow it all, I thought at the time a healthy thing for our relationship.
was how I decided one night to get on the roof. After contemplating for a while that the sky of our fantasies, I watched with amazement as if I did the first time, that moon so white, so light. I went ... E ... s ... t ... i ... r ... a ... n ... d ... O ... victim of my anxiety and I think she wanted to talk, that somehow sensed my uncertainty and looked for a moment how to communicate me. Or so I thought I saw him half-closed eye that I immediately took it as a wink. Like you I do when something you like and look for my complicity. Just so, love. In one wink I just saw a sign of approval, a "I give you leave, I'm with you" because I imagined that the moon was a little sick of being used. to give me time to reflect on one question: "! There were days where I do not want nothing, absolutely nothing! Could not be my constant love, while the moon is turned off for a few days and the whole sky was black. " And what is true is that I did not lie. If I told you I loved you to the moon because it was true. I had no guilt that she decided a few days not be. Luckily for you and you realize this, but then, maybe that's why you came and you asked the question so often the same. Somehow I sensed that the love these days, wandering through the area without finding where land "
I had no time for anything else. I did what I had to do. Sorry, my life, if you are surprised to find this letter and further, the moon on your bed. need to finally believe in my love and never ask me where. In this event only pretend that our lives do not fall into vulgarity or need every day challenges that go beyond the stratosphere. exploits do not want them like balloons.
simply love you.
Without measure.
PS I take days to recover my normal. You know I love you to kiss me neck, love, and at this point, given their length, would be a grueling job.
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