Small Thought.   This year, the flu kept its grip on our beautiful SUN.  He is suffering
greatlyfrom high chills that can last for hours.  He has shadows under his eyes.
His eyelids are half closed and they are veiled by a grey shade.  His panting breath
provokes coughs accompanied by cold sweat.
Fatigue makes him apathetic and prevents him from going out.  He spend hours lying,
hidden behind a greyish folding screen.
Our beautiful SUN, we wish you a very quick recovery. We miss enormously your
soothing heat which wraps us and embellishes our days.  Every day, we are going to wait
impatiently for your arrival and we are going to cling on you with all our strength.
PLEASE, MANIFEST YOURSELF WITHOUT ANY DELAY.   Viva