I write you in crooked lines, about my crooked life, with my crooked words and crooked letters. I write you crooked because I've never been very right in life. Always half crooked, falling to one side only, without balance, without fate and without reason. It crawled through all the ways of life, that I ended up stumbling on you. Tiny girl, mind full of dreams, smile full of hope and look overflowing affection. From that moment life ceased to be crooked and became straight; came to have joy, color and meaning.