Hey Bella dona....
This morning is cold. Even knowning Spring is here.
I'm not going to explain your last questions for the matter of understanding.
So here I am to write you some good and bad, love and tragedy from this land.
You know I have a very long-standing fascination, an absolute obsession with love stories. It has to do with an ongoing interest in the larger act of understanding. I'm reading a Tolstoy's story. It's a heartbreaking love but not as mellow and cheesy as they usually are. It's tragedy. And you know better than mama how I love tragedies. The smell of female vanity and desperation which coexists with the beauty. Remember professor Carlos from portuguese literature? He was the first to describe love according with Clarice Linspector in a way that touched my heart. He said love is pain. If there's no pain there's no love. He said our ego that protects us from hurting ourselves breaks...as soon as love breaks. There are many kinds of love. Not all the missives on display are amorous or romantic. The ego goes...and hurts not to be able to understand the pain. Taboo desire...of exploration. Frida Kahlo said that as a woman she was able to give him love more than any other. What could be more than love?
I got into the train this morning, headed to work...waiting for a phone call. The other day I started a work of art. The other day I had the most amazing kiss. The other day I needed you. The other night I felt sober. The other day I called him. The other day I wanted to be gone. The other day I wrote letters. The other day I felt so sad. The other day I felt right. And wrong. And loved.
The sun is finally leaving ...shining and burning my skin...I'm so pale that you could write a letter on me. I can't wait to see you.
Now that I have settled down a bit I'm relaxed enough to send you a gift. As far as apartments are concerned I'm still living at the same old one, so write me soon. I want to find a good restaurant this weekend and a good wine.
Thank you ever so much for your love and care.
dame de chez
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