Expensive friend,
I am very moved to say to you that I have surprised
Ete that a beauty as you accepts Me for friend I have the memory of
your photograph and I would like well that it is a proof that I can be
loved by you. I am ready to show my not involved affection all and
without calculation, and if you want to thus see me revealing you,
without artifice, my heart very naked, condescend to make me a dial,
we will cause and as friends frankly I will prove to you that I am the
sincere man, able to offer the major affection to you, like the
narrowest friendship, in a word: the best friend of which you can
dream. Since your heart is free, think that the abandonment where I
screw is quite long, quite hard and often quite unbearable. My sorrow
is too large. Will run well quickly and come me to make it forget.
With you I want to entirely subject myself. When I at your feet an
eternal homage, want you put that one moment I change face? Can be
captured the feelings of a heart That to adore you the creator formed.
I cherished you, love, and my feather is delirious about it Couche on
paper what I do not dare statement. Carefully of my worms read the
first words: You will be able which remedy to bring to my evils.
Between my heart and My language, there were insuperable rivers,
closed level crossings. I had to clear mountains and sand mountains
For a grain of truth But this evening the barriers break, silence too.
This evening, finally, the words fly away. There is not any
difference. Oh, I am happy Ca is there, it answered me Between my
heart and my words And I dedication with that which I like These songs
which do not come Pas from anywhere But from the bottom of my truth
me-méme Oh, it answered me and it A agrees to be my friend. I go
until the end of the world And I pose, like a diadem On his face, of
the Mises sentences end to end. Each letter is a rare pearl. I hang
them around your neck. Crossing the rivers which stopped them,
Crossing the insuperable one, All these closed level crossings,
Emerging at the great day finally of my me true, here, these words
truth. Even if it is only one small piece of friendship which I espere
infinite, a small invisible piece, Of any eternity the indivisible one
And I dedication with that that I like as a true friend These songs
which do not come Pas from anywhere But from the bottom of my truth
myself. I go until the end And I pose, like a diadem On his face, of
the Mises sentences end to end. Each letter is an invaluable stone. I
hang them around your neck. And I dedication with that which I like
These songs which come me Suddenly.
NBS: this friend is here sour she knows it that it is for her
zinou insane
