Conversation With a Paper.

I shall complain about you to a paper, It will hear all . I shall tell it, as with loving to you, I suffer in loneliness. You are so kind, generous, you are so are lovely, Everyone looks at you with a smile. But your silence is too hard for me, And I feel myself as a mistake by you. You do not make noise, you are polite and kind with me, You never regret money. But I am afraid of your incomprehension- that you will be tired of my tears. Forgive this empty delirium, dear paper; I used you vainly. Suddenly the wind flew to my loggia. Stop!! Where you, dear paper? It have departed with the wind.