Carta nunca toco el mailbox de su dueño, cierto querubin de ojos celestes y rizos rubios, dramaticos; de humor tajante, desafecto, afilado; modales y gustos de sangre azul, como su mirada ... Palabras honestas, prosa sencilla ... y sensaciones complicadas.
"This is a non-conventional note, a postcard, created not to interfere with the healing space that you need ... it's just me at some point writing, and you at some point, reading [...] I hope it makes your day that someone, as far as in Finland, a place you've never been to, is thining of you and thinks you are very, very important. Smile, please, because (believe me), when you smile, I feel it, and the clouds go away. For your smile is my sun, my engine. I did not believe in soulmates until I met you, it was meant to happen, I am sure. I am lucky I did [...] And someday you will realise too, that this was more than a clumsy summer affair. If you faint, I am there. In the meantime, keep smiling, I beg, and my sky will clear."
Ma chambre, Nov. 2003
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