Born on 13 September

        It may sound like a book heading (title), but it is the date of my birthday. Is it a good or bad omen to my life? I cannot say. it was one date, one number.day of 13.No! I don't have bad luck, but not even.to put me on the height of dreams.. This my number 13, it is quiet, hardworking and especially carefully.

        I say this with a hand on my heart, my destiny is to carry worry of those living around about me.  To push, to spur, to draw, to nudge. I must give over nose or to pull sleeve, to show the ski or the earth, to be given all the time to this mood the trust of somebody to himself.
I believe: " This is my fate!"
Born on 13 September, in my country. This date is the day of  fireman..

        Like in every year the fall coming. All by glad about fruits.  Harvest, carry, preserve. Make supply's like the end of year, for winter. The housewife perspire to pan and oven, chew to the golden jam. The tomato's to breathe one's last on all kinds of tomato sauce. About pickles we shouldn't speak..
        Yet my one disappointment taste coming, one dry leaf rustle lost. I have a pain. A pain already the eyelids cold, in every morning I wake to huddle up. (I don't close the window, yet!)I look that everlasting grey asphalt, the colour of uncertainty. (Really where am i going in this street.
        In fact where is she coming?) and driving slowly with the shoe the leaf. Really them have a pain? She fell how to dry up? That rain and wind who make to fall to the ground now, all she help to grow up? Always fall I have the most terrible felling, to lose. A irretrievable lose. I lose among leafs and green and I say all the time: " Let my green tree ... fall!" but a lump to fill up my whisper and I put to an end.
        I write trying to see your face or to guess your's  thoughts. Sometimes the sound of the words are so much simple, but like the fact  (event) let signs in the souls, that's who have one glimmer of hope. Indifference. I split up the word in my mind (I like to play scrabble) and I say again : In_difference.
Indifference to the lazy wind of fall who sweep, collect, put in order the leaf to go away from the tree.. Do you know how to suggest? A waiting!
        Looking always in the front exist only in questions, in the back are past facts. Always in front, always live in the present. I wish  not to go back to the past. Living always now, looking with the tail eyes to  tomorrows day wish, like that we found the joy. Words and petals send. the velvet weaver and choose for you.
        I wish to give the joy yet your souls really want?

                                                                               Sincerely, Whisper = Ina