My Forever One,
Not sure what day it is now.
I finally decided to write to you again after so much time.
Diego El Cigala is singing for us and the smoke of my cigarette is hiding the whiteness of my room. You once told me; "I do not want to be with you. I want to see you grow and this way be with you forever"
But I do NOT want to grow.
I remain at that first night that we carried that abstract painting together at your home and then started breathing for the first time so close to each other that the painting became a transparent unique color of the tranquil clear blue.
So often I wonder why the two souls of our spirits didn't manage to find shelter that night or so many other nights that I ran to you like a thirsty woman. Yes, thirsty I am for you my inspiration.
Tonight, for once I thought how beautiful it is that I have loved so fully.So fully that I am free now of myself.
I know by now that there are nights when you seat alone and read the first letter she had sent you the winter of 2007.
Winters come and go. Letters come and go.
Our love is here.
- Maria Garozi
-THE LETTER.
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A letter sent by a woman
Received by a man
First page
Has the word
Hello.
Second page
Has a story from the
Past.
Third page
Has the
Truth.
Fourth page
Probably uncovers the biggest
Fear.
Fifth page
Is lost in the passion of becoming a
Writer.
Sixth page
Seventh page
Eight page
Ninth page leading to
Ten.
Eleventh page
A drawing of a ship and a sun
Symbols of their journey as one in her
Heart.
A letter sent by a woman
Read by a man
Is now hidden
So that it can never be opened again
For it screamed the truth people cant believe
The simplicity of the words I love you
Oh forgotten letter
The secret within their soul
Let your words appear to the man
Let him read you again
Before he sleeps
His eternal death
Loveless, rough and alone.
Or with HER -
December 2007
East Village, Apt 8R
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