Can You Saffron Indoors?

Maria,
a week ago today that is no longer with us.


accepted life as a right. We believe that we own and not lose it until we are old, and we were wrong.
Life is a loan, and whoever is pulling the strings, call it in this case Hazar, chance, luck, etc., Ignores our wishes and our needs. When deemed appropriate, and without notice in many cases, cancel the contract.
Saturday canceled your contract in a violent, unexpected, painful and absurd.
Every weekend there is news of motorcyclists killed on the road, but on Saturday it was you, Mary. It was you.
This time the accident was not anonymous to us. It was you.
Your name, your face, your smile, your grace, your youth.
And everything is different now. Incomprehensibly different.
Your parents, without you.
Your husband injured in a hospital and without you.
Your dog, now sleeping next to me, without you.
Your friends, without you.
I am without.

I read once that the gods choose to youth. Were undoubtedly jealous of your full life, your beauty, your love and joy and I wanted to do.

Dawn every day and stay alive among all the dangers that threaten us is a miracle. Your daily miracles ended Saturday, Mary.

Do not forget easily. The green glow of your eyes and your smile will dazzle us every time we think of you.

A kiss, wherever you are.
Lola