My dear UNKNOWN,

I postponed a bit,
For, my large painting,
Was newly transcribed,
For the largest world.

This letter is short,
But I have a lot.
All not yet finished,
Because not yet colored.

Each of my new shade,
Is a kiss for you,
For, each word of you,
Is the same for me.

Don't worry at all,
For,my whole life,
Will be an altar,
For admire your mind.

Suntwin

Dear UNKNOWN,

I postponed a bit,
For, my large painting,
Was newly transcribed,
For the largest world.

This letter is short,
But I have a lot,
All not yet finished '
Because not yet coloured

A friendship loss is like this:

A torment of innocent children,

A slap of miserable people,

A sad recollection,

A stop of beautiful thoughts;



A deep and large wound,

A ceaseless spring of tears,

A charge with death, when it was missing,

Death of beings most loved.


SUNTWIN

Letter for All

Dear All,

I returned. I am a bit tired. I had to write a very large dialogue(nearly thousand of pages) with the world;I wrote it, because I am sure that it will bring happiness in a lot of houses of this tormented world.
I am proud of it, for it was written with the most expensive ink.
I will give you the recype of this ink: sweat, tears, spiritual war, humiliates, sacrifices and a cruel tyranny suffered.
Now, I have to write a conclusion of the dialogue, because the single matters for me to be loved are: my job, my books and all the defenceless children of the world.
Suntwin