Ponyo, goldfish, sweet darling, with you life was unjust nature has once again proven to be the most terrible part of human existence. My daughter, I wish you could read a letter from me happy, that you own preservation to your parent, and instead the infamous fate willed otherwise. I can not hug you, kiss you, take you in the path of life. This, my Ponyo, I was denied. It was September 1, fresh fish, when you left there and you have vanished into thin air. I never heard your voice, you
or crying, not even your tender rice, but only lightly, some soft in the belly of your mother. But with you I dreamed that a beautiful future of happiness and happy moments, which unfortunately will never arrive. Ponyo, fish, sweet darling, it was over so fast, so fast we had to decide on your and our lives. We had to quickly assess and analyze every element at our disposal, and we quickly clutched onto some hope, finally found a simple chimera. Fresh fish, you have brought with us, everywhere. With us you were in Finland, we have lived in Rome, you traveled with us in the fantasy and life expectancy. You've been at sea, the mountains, you swam and got the sun. You were always with us. You came to hear concerts, you've seen the film, we've been close even in moments of intimacy. You were there, in your amniotic fluid, listening to our voices, our sighs, the beating of our hearts. Dolce
treasure, the kind you played a wicked joke. Your little heart malformed had no hope. Now rest for ever, my darling, forever, the shade of a cypress tree in the city of Raphael. Dad will love you forever.
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