Freedom by Victory

I was in a reputable bookstore of the city before to return home. I picked a book that long ago she asked me, was about poetic prose, i wanted to buy a perfect "book of cooking", i didn't care if she didn't cook well, because i married the woman of my dreams. Already in our home, i stretch her picture on the bed in our bedroom, it was saturday and, in this weekend, i would not have to do anything except buy the book and return home. Came to me an impressive smell of roses, my nostrils were permeated with this perfume that inspired my desire to see her. It was preferred by Victory.

I much regret what i did, was an accident, but no one believed, was a bit tense after a police patrol. Yes, i was a cop and i liked to do it right, however, i explained to the man of the parole, before leaving the prison, that i would do what she asked me ten years ago before killing her, would read the tenth third page of the book. She was not superstitious, but this number had pursued throughout her life, from birth until the thirteenth day of March. I knelt in front of her picture in tears and i opened the page. I began to read:

- I launch my heart to you. I hope you understand when i said "launch" because, in this act, anyone can pick up along the way, it may be a long road. But even if you do not accept it and it drop by half, would be sad, however, i will continue stating that i launched to right person. Also i will understand that you were kinda busy not to see such feeling of risky that made ​​me to do this madness. I will understand if you not risked too, was because there was another one in your hands, i saw i was a fool for risking my life, but at least i try and always i will try in another opportunity, because i respected the freedom by Victory for the risk of a such a beautiful feeling division.

"I could not read more, but i know that the God who dwells in her heart is the same spirit that dwelleth in me."

Namaste.