... cum mea nemo scripta legat, volgo recitare timentis ob hanc rem, quod sunt quos genus hoc minime iuvat, utpote pluris culpari dignos. quemvis media elige turba: aut ob avaritiam aut misera ambitione laborat. hic nuptarum insanit amoribus, hic puerorum: hunc capit argenti splendor;
Nobody reads my writing; I'm afraid to read aloud, because some care but little for it, and most men are at fault. Pick one out in the crowd: for greed he'll toil, or low ambition. This one's mad for married skirt, that one for boys, a third for silver's gleam.
Good morning, I am writing this from steamy Cebu city, the Queen of the South and the oldest city in the Philippines. I often come here for a few days break because, although it's just as hot as South China, the beaches are better and the girls are friendlier.
'The girls are friendlier'? If ur looking for love that's fine ur life I just want to say ur nearly 50 and fat soooooooooooooooooooooo good luck - u can always find a blind girl. I have a question: was I a mistake? Due to u and mum having uhhhhh a sleep after u got divorced. Mum's a bit vague.
You were definitely not an accident (launches into long explanation). Anyway, here's a poem I wrote after you arrived:
The night before you pushed and struggled out I slept on the ground, ice and snow about That was Art's path; I shivered coldly My belly empty, sod and soul solely
But then you came, your hair was fine Brightness eyes, beautiful son of mine! I never knew before what life meant Until you arrived an…