dad..am going to step this month again..
you would glad.. am still survive.
i walk so long and far, dad..
i still count and keep the stars bright.
…..am yet exhausted.
today i passed a play ground..
as i was see there not them, but you, me, and me again..
as the park directly being green..and shining..
…Venice….in the spring..
…..our vineyards….. : in my eyes.
my old tire swing beneath Oek tree.
a fragrance wind…
you shout me to go sit in it, not with standing.
and you just laugh as i dropped my face in the ground.
our basket always full when we home..
huge cups of milk and some tuscan served by mom.
i have no idea what am gonna write here about you..
we have not too much memories too.
but as much as i can recall..
we were there when the stars all down fall..
“look,,get your wishes..”, you yelled.
i dirrectly bow down my knees and start prayed.
i do not believe ancient, mom.
but i believe on miracles.
and one of them is : her. meine schatzi.
she just awesomely beautiful..
she’s my half. she know me.
you would glad her as i glad her much..
as i can see she’s running in our vinneyards, try to catch butterflies.
she’s not that good to catch, not that fastly..
then with her simple victorian dress she sit beneath our Oek tree..
there no more my old swing already..
its become a library.
i forgot where daddy buy the seeds of book,,
or maybe my baby bring that from her country brook.
so in the nite il nonno just sitting in his rocking chair with his pipe..
my baby still want to play outside.
Our old Oek tree now be my bed sometimes..
as she just wanna lay in my chest and read books till you yell us for dinner.
but then daddy just send that meal for us to din Oek under.
i’m with her got romantic dinner without candle light,
but we are heavenly surround by beautiful fireflies..
ah, the rain come..
drop on my nose, bring a sanity.
our vineyards gone, and stop me pulse, back to reality…
Our vineyards still green out there..
is that far as what i feel ?
or I just can start it with a wish :
May this month be gracefully momentum..
That never gonna be old by thousand Autumn…