January 2nd, 2020 🌸 Vienna
My dearest María, If only it were easier, less lengthy and troublesome to get you where I need you to go. Where you undoubtedly need to go. If only this spiral of places and faces gave way to a lighter, more eminent you. Alas I cannot assure a safe journey, only one that is long, and treacherous as they come. It will test you and stretch you until no more bones stand unbroken. Through it you will change, serás otra vez quién fuiste, la que eras y aquella en la que decidiste convertirte. Mais aussi your biggest enemy. Beware and watch your step, or maybe better yet go aloof and as you will. I cannot promise survival, only life lived. A child that will realize itself as it denies itself again and again. We begin then, in the waters of a foreign and familiar sea… Pienso en tí desde una terraza cualquiera en Viena y recuerdo el olor del mar. El primer párrafo above is directed rather towards myself than towards your person, but I feel having the unyielding symbiotic connectio...
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