happy birthday

you probably don't read my blog but even though I wanted to thank the father of the four winds to have brought this beautifull petal into my garden...a small taste and yet so good, so small and yet the most pretty of all things I know. this petal of silver with carved stones of blue and purple... I just can't stop dreaming about you, that flower, the one that makes me laugh when nobody else can, the one that can make me feel confortable and crazy at the same time, the one that gave me a path to follow... a dangerous one but even in the dark and cold there are warm and sunny places, I will just illusionary see my whole life. You may not realize you've done all of this but even though... thanks for not leaving this garden of blood...thanks for making it a little more pretty.

I said I would send a poem to your facebook but all the poems I wrote for you...hm..how can I say it..they were inappropriate so I decided not to do so and here it is only a text that says all...for you...the maiden of the moon, ophelia dressed in silk hiding your name of victory