Aromatherapy Rosemary Strep

Adolfo Bioy Casares a Elena Garro

"My dear, here I am going through the sad disoriented galleries n boat or went back to Victor Hugo. However, I love you more than anyone ... Disconsolate singing out of tune, Juan Charrasqueado (thinking I do not deserve that letter, I'm not good cock, party animal and even player) and visit from time to time your photograph and your signature on the passport. I miss the evenings of Victor Hugo, the area of \u200b\u200bsix and Helena worship. You have populated much my life these days that if I close my eyes and think of anything displayed your image and your voice. Yesterday, when I slept and I saw and heard you suddenly, I awoke with a start and I was very upset, thinking of you with great tenderness and also in me and how we lose everything. I say this and then I get scared: in recent days were very tender not only me but also sympathetic and indulgent, but sadly I must not irritate, and anyway when you open the envelope in your letter (I hope, please write me ) tremble a bit. I hope not write me telling me all over and it is useless to continue the correspondence ... You know there are many things we did and we would do together. Also, remember how well we understand when we're together ... remember how we have fun, how we want. And if sometimes I get a little sentimental, do not get mad too ... I would be more intelligent or more accurate, to write beautiful letters. I resign myself to conjugate the verb to love, to repeat for the thousandth time I never wanted anyone like I love you, admire you, respect you, I like you, I have fun, I get excited, I love you. Let the world without you, now my turn, I would be depressed and very unhappy not to find in the future. I kiss you, my love, forgive me for my foolishness. "