Dear,
this not send the letter, the words have not heard, the echo that haunts me softly.
When there are too many sentences that would scream, always ends up breaking them in half, so I know I am going to write these few lines, not knowing what to say or not say.
I'm fine (and do you care?), I'm happy (?) (And do you care?), I think (and do you care?).
are overwhelmed by the busy schedule, traveling to organize new knowledge, sometimes I am delighted to drag men embarrassed that I would keep me head or flatters me the time of my easy conquests. I live moments of intense passion, live the wait as a teenager in love, I learned to laugh, a smile that I had forgotten childish.
ask myself every day what I want and who I am always near, latent terror of falling ... and losing this subtle serenity, light muslin.
One week of solitude does not scare me, so as not to disturb me to the dawn of a martini glass and a Port Authority. The feeling of having found myself, worth more than anything else. I speak not of you but I think of you immensely and all I see, is like the objects that together we have touched. What I hold most dear? What do you know? You always think I know, but at night you darkened thoughts. On
my desk and the Aleramo Baum and Countess Lara and Moran, everything takes me back to you. On the walls of Schiele drawings and nudes photography acquired in a Tuscan village long ago. And I lose all sense of reality when left alone. I'll be back in a beautiful letter, in the memory of "us" and what "we" was. But no one will understand.
are unfriendly and contradictory, are good, step by sleepless nights to days swollen with dreams. I was unaccustomed to "feel" like I feel loved. Perhaps suffering. I am a spoiled selfish I get I get and take more.
Since you do not see it, I lowered the bridge and waited anxiously all the good and happiness, but life is made even moments of evil, and the enormous distances are based.
are so full of life and feelings of love and enthusiasm, because we are away? Do not play with words, slowly we dissected our souls and where were you on my birthday?
I understand, in this short time, that there is a plan for humanity and one for the interest. The first is made up of winding streets and evil, but of immense skies and explosives, the second takes you for days and months to let you down in the empty rooms, where to retire in yourself is the only remedy. Interest. But what is there to see? I did not already said in the face the entire mess dress that all my life? And why time to lose interest, men and women go, they arrive, they delude themselves to take and then bounce back. It 's my job.
And I like to think of you happy. I like to think with a smile in the afternoon. I'm very happy that you exist, bursting with joy because I had the good fortune to meet you. Here
social relations as an English club in golf, the descendants of the apes can not win my respect and individual civilians shall not excite me.
Many dinners and seductive games, devotions and courtship here. There are those who understand that it is not enough to tickle a lion to make it docile.
I would tell you many more things, but the shame is holding me back.
leaves you a kiss that was it.
Mimi
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