On Tuesday afternoon I received one of the worst news of my life. Luis Felipe, my best friend, my beloved accomplice, "my boy" went. I do not know when I will publish some of tragicomedy again, my soul is just starting to pieces. But if he wanted in his honor, and for me to publish the letter I wrote.
My Adored Luis Felipe,
First of all, I want you to know I loved you. It's absurdly difficult to talk to you in the past when I'm still planning my life with you in it. I can not help wondering, "Taylor Fi knew she loved him?" I scolded so many times ... I became a true crabs. Until you I fix your bed military. Sometimes it took effect scold therefore not forget when you said you always thank me for having taught how to make scrambled eggs. At the bottom of my heart will not regret having scolded me so much. I did it because I always wanted the best for you, and because I was so scared of losing. I scolded because I loved you.
always brought out the child in me. You could let me talk about movies as "Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, "Lindsay Lohan listen and dance like the nerd I am. You never did have to be cool. also home was the best, always had the latest toys. The films that never came to Caracas, the boxsets of our favorite artists, the PS1, PS1, PS3 and even porn channels.
mother dragged them out also in me. I always hurt so much you lost. Had given the world because you had not suffered something so terrible. The only consolation I have now is that I know you're with your mother in heaven. As Claire said, Lucy in the sky with diamonds. I am absolutely convinced you're better now. Also won the battle because everyone will remember as "the fucking cutest guy ever," you remember how Luis Feliz, as the poet, like the smart dude. We all admire you my dear.
One las cosas que más me duele es que no hayas podido venir a Paris conmigo. Nos faltaron tantas cosas por hacer juntos. Quiero que sepas que siempre me acuerdo de ti en Paris, en cada esquina. Sobre todo en una de mis clases de filosofía donde el profesor es igualito a ti. Nunca tuve la oportunidad de decírtelo. Aún si no te dio chance venir a Paris, vivirás en ella a través de mi recuerdo.
Aún no estoy preparada para despedirme de ti. Lo único que puedo hacer si acaso es desearte un feliz viaje y que por Please show her people up there your routines James Bond and "Warn a Brother." Please do not hang out with Jack Kerouac or Kurt Cobain or with, those guys are bad influence. I'd rather hang out with people like Immanuel Kant, who do not drink, do not have sex and engage in ethical philosophy. Say hello to my grandfather on my part, you're going to love. And if you offer him your grandfather. See you in due course, wait for me a huge hug.
I LOVE YOU,
Thanks for everything,
Your squirrel
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