House 1: Norwegian, Yellow, Dunhill, water House 2: Blue, horses, tea, Blend, Dane House 3: Milk, red, Brit, birds, Pall Mall House 5: White, Swede, beer, dog, Blue Msrt. Then... House 4: Green, coffee, German, Prince, FISH!
Age doesn't count to me, 10 Years younger or older? What does that mean really if there is chemistery?? I don't wanna know nor give importance to how old you are, but sure about who you are...inside counts more than outside.
Don't lend me anything, but give me all, without thinking of the after, nor of another, nor of me. Just this facetious suspension, this parenthesis of eternity, our laughters to the nose of the time and our taste to imprison. To steal to the second all his life, without questions, without logic, without burden, to paint canvas a bubble, to swindle the infinity. And to restart maybe...
Of the promises nothing has been forgotten, but it is alone that it is necessary to get drunk. A whirlwind of glasses for only one thought, also high, strong and standing up.
I write you tonight to ask for the most beautiful expanded wings. You need a carpet of a gold red, made of the cloth so precious that even no man never thought of its quest. You need a hedge decorated with immense honors, with at the end of every leaf of marvelous praises sewn to the dew. You need a sublime and unique music, born of the association of the biggest composers that the earth ever carried one day. You need all of that because you won't ever know the one that joined you. And if me, minuscule knelt, myself orphan in leaving her to you, it is that I didn't have the choice of it.
Take care of her again. Warm her when of the cold weather she will have the most minute thrill and make fly her laughters into burst when the least cloud will approach unless a million of miles of her eyes. Accompany her again, listen to her again, like her of all the strength of the storms, forever.
She is so pure that the streams poured for the measly that destroyed me will never be worth only one drop cried for her. She is so pure that the flowers hatch under her hands, the cats make her confidence and our mistakes disappear in enchantments. She is so fragile, strong, sincere, indispensable, that the one that will dare to speak of her to the imperfect should ask forgiveness to the whole humanity to have in only one wanted word to erase her the existence of a too rare being.
Oh that this night the angels have luck. In only one person they all became more beautiful.
Sophie is my best friend, 17 years ago she died, at 19 years old. Tomorrow is her birthday, she will be 36 years old.
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(poor Frenchy...)
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