WHERE IS THE SUN

Where is the sun,
where is the sky,
where is my love.
where she has gone.
Far away from home
you need to go
what can I do
when you be not.
Too much to feel
too much to think
not now but soon
she will be not home.
Without you I must go
extrange I will feel
inside these extrange walls
when you will be not.


Sooner or later Cuca will be not here at home with me, I try not to think too much about it, but ahead it is the real fact.
What will I do, not any idea but it is sure that the house will be not home any more.
Multiple Sclerosis is making it´s bad work inside her and after resisting me for a long time at last it has been necessary to ask for a nursing where she could receive a good care.
Doctor said me that once and again, so finally after talking with the social assistant and listening to her I gave my arm twisted and have done what they told me.
May be a year of waiting, six months, I don´t really know but little by little my mind is accepting the idea of letting her going out home.
In some way it is possible she could be better than here but not me that start to miss her before the fact happens.

el gatufo