Good morning Íaama say it will not read them out to "Yakdisti sweet" as did the poet of Damascus, but "good Aarouha remote Sabah Me."
Mom, I miss you my heart beats Íaama number and Hhqati and Zfrata.
I miss you with all shades of colors and dreams worldly affairs and crotchety.
At the height of the night Alnassa wake up and I wish you a breath plane tatin to wake me up and ask me: "How are you Aashzy I am?"
Oiaamroh will never get out of my life!
Often hid behind bars Scotty did not tell you, even in silence and in the throes of static Ohjani.
Sometimes stopped time to go back to my memories with you in the house was unites us, Vostm aroma and a warm meal to defy the winter of love and candy esteemed hands to adorn holiday cheer and touch and reassuring anxious days Alamtha Nat and I find you Kmlikh sited on the throne of my life.
Maamadi Íaama day in our house and I was only present as gods and talisman to protect us from evil and fear and fatigue are all Alisae data.
Forgot how much missed while you are also human beings, and that Samartk Dehketak and Dmatk behind Female resist claws days.
Matamdt and error, but you rose Ptdht and lack of complaint from the ranks of people in the eyes and I thought that mothers of Vsiltk illuminating creatures were created for us and not for themselves how selfish you are stupid!
I now realize that you deserve to be a Saint of Light sweet woman, but you cut it is a unfair and reckless emotions and Admiha ungrateful angry words.
I realize that you Maerdt fragmentation heart between your children and that in spite of you became Vtata, Thavtna it and we want every single piece and each and every one love and one housing the heart of the mother.
Failed in your case since I was born to steal from your time to yourself premiums me and saddens me that I do not know how to fix my mistakes and Tgosaira and how wage happiness to worldly affairs and make them kneel between your hands, in the hands of my mother, which I desire Taqbilhma, I do not even filmed and clear in a convoy craving long and endowed by the sands of my memory.
God protect Íaama and all your strength and more product and hope to be in the pages of your destiny HE surprise you and make your heart laugh as a child did not know pain.
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