Maybe, my English or my Spanish is the same to you. Now, all people want to speak or write in English, I will practice with your celebration from Málaga, a nice town but far away San Sebastian, where your parents, your sister and we will be next November. Today, It is a time to jump, to turn, to dance. There are other language but these are our secret voice to know the sun, your little friends, and your little sister.
I'm in the big castle where you see the big men and women, the small bird, the warm beach. Where Arantxa give your food when you cry, when the dog look for your arm to love the little boy. Luis is the big man, but he don't play the "saxophone"??? but sing, talk and laugh with your small dance. Maybe, now you are in Cadiz and me, in Málaga, maybe the water is the same, and the boat find us in a small island, where the trees and the mountains write with the pencil of the wind and the sun. I send you, your happy birthday. Maybe the letters haven't written very good, but the sounds, the smiles, the crazy dance are for you, your sister and your parents. See you
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