Depuis longtemps...
En vivant je me trouve!
É bom estar de volta, entregando-me as palavras.
Hoje não será uma carta minha, mas de um grande amigo meu, que também divide comigo o amor pelas palavras.
12/11/08
"Dear Marcela,
I offerly loved your post cards, they made me want to go to Brazil and, specially, they brought me closer to you. I hope you received my letter, you didn´t mention anything in your letter, so I don´t know if you answered or you, as a good friend, decided to send me a letter. I don´t doubt neither one.
Your piece of paradise, eh? I have never dreamt of one; I guess it would be something similar to yours, even if I don´t feel part of the ocean as you do. I fear the ocean instead, so big and vast, you could easily get lost, in that big blue you could lose yourself forever, we could carry love letters across it, inside bottles of thousand of hangover nights. Crazy and foverer flawing fireless, making the way to new and endless adventures. How would you like that?
Marcela, please tell me, what kind of feelings you experience, when being waiting for an answer letter, that perhaps will never come?
Isn´t it sort of a killer? It´s just a piece of paper, ideas, thoughts and tons of feelings printed in a piece of paper. What does a piece of paper can do to two people at the distance?
About your piece of paradise, I forgot! Looking at your post cart I tend to think that we all are looking for new and out-of-reach horizons. However, what´s more real than an illusion? I hope that we could one day share and define the same horizon by looking at it. No matter whether it´s colored with a sunset or at dawn.
I wish letter were faster, but we have the email, and we chose the old fashion way, didn´t we? So until next travelling letter, miss you and my best wishes.
P. (thanks for the letter!)"
