The great dream

Dear daddy,
The countdown is finished. I am 37 years old. On June 23 I woke up myself with the fog and the temperature had gone down to 18 degrees. I went to the beach, the same, but there I found rain and icy wind and I returned back home. I am again alone in the city: sad and depressed. My dreams are collapsing in the nothing... It’s the end! I look at my blog and I see that there are no comments. What am I? Transparent, invisible, a ghost? A part of me cries: I am alive, I want to live, but another part is resigned to the worse. I should follow the reason and I should understand. Nobody is prepared to adopt a 37 year-old daughter! Really the men are made in the same mould and they are all able to think of the same way? Do you really want to belong to the flock? Is it not possible that someone decides to do something different using his own head? Perhaps the adoption for adults is not in fashion, but who has said that someone needs to follow the fashion by force of habit!
They beat me some things in head...
For example: a father has only son boy and would like to have a female. Here I am! Or, a couple, after having spent so many money for long treatments, cannot have children. They already has a certain age, so they cannot adopt a little child. I am the solution!
Other example: a father, seeing my blog, falls in love with me and he wants to give me a possibility. Why it should be impossible? Ah, I was forgetting an important thing, The rich ones think only about their money. Adopt a child? It would be too much expensive! He will be thinking: my children are enough for me! To this point, I want to say something: I am very economic. Here things I would like to have:
a small apartment in Italy and one in Florida (or in California). Is this too much expensive for you, daddy? If you wanted to be generous, I would also like to have some money on my current account... But only for my birthday, for native, in short, for the recurrences. Naturally for a normal father, this would be too much expensive, but for a rich father they are crumbs.
Now I would like to tell you what I am prepared to offer you. I am of the sign of the Cancer, I was born the 23 June of 1972. The horoscope, sometimes, says the truth. I am sensitive, dreamer, conservative, attached to the house and the family. Is it all right for you? If you only wanted it, I would take care of you and I would give you everything of my love. Perhaps I am crazy, but I think that my dream can be realized. As I told you, a part of the problem is that my blog has little visibility. I am not a webmaster, I don't intend me of feed, rss, css and language html, unfortunately! I hope that the destiny will lend me a hand to make my blog visible for the most greater number of people. I am crossing the fingers and I am hoping...
I hope that you will find me, lost in the blogosfera, hungry of love and exhausted, and I hope that I will find you and I can finally embrace you
Ciao daddy
I love you!!
P.S. if you could not understand what wrote in the letter, please do me him to know! If you helped me to correct the errors and to improve my English, I would be happy