We are inherited with the gift of healing. Something like that the actress said in the movie, I turn off the DVD and to covering silence listen to something, music, who cares what? Just music is always good, and I need to write, anything, just write, maybe it can heal me.
I know you hate English and you hate more French, still I love to say something like I still in love with you while I know you never read them. Because they written in damn English and you hate what I love. It’s good to write when you are still sick and you would not see me anymore and . . .
You know, today I am working in my second book, translation from American book and . . . it was good, you know I am sure it was good, translation and work calm me down and I did nothing but
But image of you sitting beside me
I don’t know if you would ever remember that day, after kissing each other we sat in the floor and ate an apple, one we ate together and you look to my books and smile in your face and all the good things around us and
I lost that days too much, you know it is too hard, I mean too hard to pass all these days, alone, and the only thing good around me is books, work and studying and music in which I try helplessly to cover all silence and
You are not here.
It is the only fact I cannot understand that you are not here.
It is . . . how can I describe it in words . . . how is possible to forget all that years and now, three years passed too fast and everything past and I am a bit famous these days and growing to be more and more known, but known to what? To be all the way far from you and you
What you do in these days? Fighting with death? Why you never told me what was the real sickness you have?
I need to write and I think I will write and you know, I am writing a novel, everybody things that this novel is about something, love between 4 person and . . . things they did not know is that whole novel is about that days, days that I lost so much
You know, so much
. . .
Still your Soodaroo
2006-11-08
11:50 PM
