Sobre los paraísos

You never give those you love your all. You dream and hope that you do, but the everyday of living your life won't allow it. In my dreams, nonetheless, I do. I see those moments of perfect plenty and I want to stretch them out for eternity.

Me acuerdo de Tyche, una cachorra todavía, corriendo detrás de ardillas. ciervos, por supuesto, y los famosos teveos, sobre una perfecta alfombra de pasto verde un poco alto para ella. She is focused, she jumps, and pounces and the birds fly away unperturbed, the deer ignore her and the squirrels run up a tree. She is happy in that simple way that happiness comes to the good. I see her and I imagine this as her paradise. I wonder what she imagines for herself?

I miss her tremendously, and see her all around me. Everytime I drop a piece of bread and there is nobody there to benefit from my clumsiness. I walk back home and miss her looking at me with her big brown eyes wanting a walk, or a hug, or more likely food. I miss her this morning jumping on the bed, jumping on me and trying to get me up.

I just miss her. La extraño.