Dearest S....! Into the dark night with your feline grace, the grapes that you peeled, memories of the garden of eden, of the bluish paved flowers, that I paved at your doorsteps, O' the dancing fairy queen, look! the northern lights are singing, falls of hibernation, have brewed with its lovely witch, me and my friends of the jungle, together with the corridors of creek, I am scared for this dark night roars, this pageant of horror, Come O Come!!!! beloved Bob!