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always makes me think about you guapa.

big christmas love going out to Adam and your Family xxx

Chica, we don't write so often but think of you more than ever. The boy grows and has such an appetite for life that I can't help but wonder if bits of his angel godmother didn't sneak in there. We travel, pasear, play and enjoy all the good things, small and big. We think of you always close so that you never feel too far away. I miss you and daydream of adventures.

Besos y amor my dear dear friend xxxx

Hi Angel.

We Miss You

We Love You

We're Growing Up Fast!

Sonny loves food nearly as much as you did :-)

Thinking of You xxxxx

The New York Skyline

Loca
Thinking about you lots. Little Sonny keeping me busy but every night and morning he stares and stares at the painting of the New York Skyline you gave me which hangs above my bed. He loves it. That and an aboriginal painting at Edrei's house....... quite the artist eye my little man has ;-).
It always makes me smile to see him looking at it and I assure him we will visit 'your' fair city someday soon.
Big Besos to you above from us here below.
Kir xxxxxx

Another butterfly visit.

I was walking past a park in the Bronx on Tuesday, when a butterfly came — from out of nowhere — and landed on my heart. It sat for a moment, then flew in a circle and landed on my hand. Finally, it flew to my heart once more. My words can't tell the story like this picture can.

Charles Bukowski — 'The Laughing Heart'

Changing trains Brussels last week—traveling from London to Rotterdam—I saw a photo booth where Mia and I took one of my very favorite pictures of us while we on holiday a few years ago. The memory of being in that station and squeezing into that booth with Mia made me smile so big and wide. On my trip back to London—via Brussels again—I was assigned seat 88 in coach 16. 8 was a magic number for Mia, and 88 was always double magic. (For example: She had a pair of sporty shorts customized with the number 88 on them.) I know it's just a seat on a train, but it felt like a wave "Hello!" from Mia. Hello, Mia. Hello, my love. Hello.

A friend shared this Bukowski poem with me. It's plain and coarse, yet as delicious as anything by Rumi. You can watch Tom Waits read it here.

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your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Sonny

Mia - Mira!! I have a son!! Can you believe it? He's so beautiful and I'm head over heels in love. I think about you lots and know you are smiling down on us both, I so wish I could talk to you about him, he's such a dude! Miss you ever so much guapa.

Kir & Sonny xx