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*boldness* · 13/08/2010

“May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper?
I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.”




  1. So witty.
    You’ve got it all.
    I surrender.
    You may kiss me then.


    T    18/08/2010    #
  2. Dearest Franz,

    I know so well how you hate letters: “Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts”. Unfortunately I can’t make it to Cuira… I regret so much. The night air will be icy in november.
    But one endless night I will drink you and your warm kisses for real.

    Don’t feel concerned, my dear Franz, that I suddenly write you in English and changed my style a little…, don’t doubt it is me,
    forever yours

    Milena


    Milena    18/08/2010    #