A letter for Emily Dickinson

O my dear Emily! How I'd like to meet you personally, to us be friends, and perhaps, we could tell stories about our lives. I'd like to be your garden's flowers, just to spy and listen your sweet verses left by your lips.

I'd like to be your elder brother to hold you at my arms or to make you laugh at table almongs our parents.

Could you imagine we hand to hand, walking on Massachusetts's streets and kidding with snowballs on the winter?

Maybe your life won't be so sad, because I've had an authoritarian father too. We're born with the same Destiny, so we're poets and our destiny is suffering.

If we had known each other, we could escape all night by your bedroom's window to drink wine outside, and then we'll go back so drunken, sing, dancing naked , waiting the sunshine.

We'll be such as night and day, inseparable, untouchable, like the stars, impossible to reach.

To tell the truth, nobody won't wins us, and the envy will die more than 100 times, and the jealouse will brings black roses for her sepulture.

But unfortunately, you Emily was gone for ever to write your verses on sky, letting me as your inherit to continue your tradition.

I'll always follow your path for all century, no matter nobody reads my papers, no matter everybody calls me crazy, like you, I'll die romantic.

You my dear Emily was gone,but I guess,when I enter at your house which through your picture,you look me, and seems which the walls want to recite a last poem for me.

Through your bedroom, I listen voice telling me that inside me lives a female's soul too.

You'll live for ever

At my heart,

Cheval du Napoléon