Gifts For The Stroke Patient

you who do not exist, and closed to you but you let me through Lester's Anatomy

Do you exist? Really there is any chance that someday you find?

Today I celebrated my birthday ... and inevitably is a closing date of the cycle, thinking (stupidly) what you did and nohiciste, what you could and what not ... and once again the conclusion is the same:

where the hell are you? I need you, and may not exist.

But you if you are, you're here next, but look at me and let me through, do not laugh so much ... have some guilt. There is some guilt in me believe that there are those who seek. There is some guilt in supporting my hopes of finding who is perhaps only a dream.

So this letter is opened and closed at a time. Closed to you that I understand and know that I speak ... and may be the only person in the world who have committed the most pathetic of my secrets, my solitude. And while is open to you, I do not know who you are, but I hope you dreaming that you exist .... Hueón me. Stupid to believe in utopias. So many years go

penándote birthday after birthday, new year after new year, cycle after cycle, which I really do not exist ... or perhaps I am the victim of suffering chronic bad game against his buddy God "little bits" in a hand of poker ... because as the song says: "In the car, where God, the devil and his shrouds, both your future play a game of cards" ... or even maybe I'm just the living manifestation of black and ironic humor that is God. I'm your favorite joke or something.

And do I have no reason to think? If it is statistically proven that anyone approaching me, is commitment. It's a bloody game of chance where the only thing that loses me, and the only one who still thinks I'm still exist. Your

that litter hanging around with a thousand questions in your story today and you approach dropper why do not you tell me are you ???... and you, so stop nearby at the altar without wanting to feed my utopia, pain and hope in vain.

Please answer me. O you who do not exist or you who you are and let me through. Tell me something. Tell me if I'm still waiting or at least tell me that since you left, but tell me something. Please. ---------