From Singapore to my love,
She lives in the 23rd and 7th and I live in Uxbridge. This is the place where I don’t spend my time, but as I own a house here, I say I live here. She works in Vogue, as editor. Instead, I think the media is an interesting option but related to finances and economics. She got mad when I rejected the LSE proposal, but I really prefer Bloomberg. Although I’ve always wanted to be a broker, but meanwhile I live happy.
Today I am in Singapore, tomorrow Buenos Aires, maybe Toronto, sometimes in Moscow. But what I really know is that when weekends approach, I already have a reservation to get into the Apple. That is the moment when I think I will have a lot to share and to do in that Island. You see? The both of us live in islands, it is a coincidence. Who knows?
Irony is when she calls me the American that lives in Europe and I tell her my cosmopolitan European living in the City. Actually she gets mad because she doesn’t work for this magazine. We go out, have a drink or book a holiday to Mexico, where my family lives. This is when she is funnier, because of her Italian pronunciation. But who cares? I find it a little bit sexy, really.
Anyway, this weekend she went to Tobago for a modeling summit. And I know I’ll be in London, my cosmopolitan city where I decide what exists and doesn’t. Maybe I’ll go out and have some drinks in Covent with my friends, try to be different. Try to go out of routine, trying something new which would make me single once again.
Or shall I stay in home and have an intimate moment to get the peace I lost when I got twenty. Maybe this weekend I must avoid being Posh. I should call family. Perhaps visit them. Perhaps stay in New York at her place. What can I do?
Dear Clarissa, I know you may be reading this and may be laughing. Don’t tell your parents my mischief and discourage shameless attitude. You know I love you. Have two cosmopolitan martinis and take pictures. Adiós.
I laugh because I’m sick. I have a cold. I barely can speak, I ‘ll meet you today but I’ll be in silence, we will be in silence just there to appreciate each other smiles, body, and soul. I just want to be looking at you and believe that I read your thoughts. Clarissa I love you.
Today I am in my country, my beautiful weather, my fellow friends, my true hugs. And you are there Clarissa, you smile and you enjoy the same thing. You know they are part of your family and you understand.
Today I don’t know where I am, but I live without uncertainty because I know she lives in the 23rd and 7th and I live in Uxbridge. I know she will come to me, I know she looks forward us. Independent, aversive, pervasive, odor, company, equilibrium, host, Mrs. Dalloway.
She lives in the 23rd and 7th and I live in Uxbridge. This is the place where I don’t spend my time, but as I own a house here, I say I live here. She works in Vogue, as editor. Instead, I think the media is an interesting option but related to finances and economics. She got mad when I rejected the LSE proposal, but I really prefer Bloomberg. Although I’ve always wanted to be a broker, but meanwhile I live happy.
Today I am in Singapore, tomorrow Buenos Aires, maybe Toronto, sometimes in Moscow. But what I really know is that when weekends approach, I already have a reservation to get into the Apple. That is the moment when I think I will have a lot to share and to do in that Island. You see? The both of us live in islands, it is a coincidence. Who knows?
Irony is when she calls me the American that lives in Europe and I tell her my cosmopolitan European living in the City. Actually she gets mad because she doesn’t work for this magazine. We go out, have a drink or book a holiday to Mexico, where my family lives. This is when she is funnier, because of her Italian pronunciation. But who cares? I find it a little bit sexy, really.
Anyway, this weekend she went to Tobago for a modeling summit. And I know I’ll be in London, my cosmopolitan city where I decide what exists and doesn’t. Maybe I’ll go out and have some drinks in Covent with my friends, try to be different. Try to go out of routine, trying something new which would make me single once again.
Or shall I stay in home and have an intimate moment to get the peace I lost when I got twenty. Maybe this weekend I must avoid being Posh. I should call family. Perhaps visit them. Perhaps stay in New York at her place. What can I do?
Dear Clarissa, I know you may be reading this and may be laughing. Don’t tell your parents my mischief and discourage shameless attitude. You know I love you. Have two cosmopolitan martinis and take pictures. Adiós.
I laugh because I’m sick. I have a cold. I barely can speak, I ‘ll meet you today but I’ll be in silence, we will be in silence just there to appreciate each other smiles, body, and soul. I just want to be looking at you and believe that I read your thoughts. Clarissa I love you.
Today I am in my country, my beautiful weather, my fellow friends, my true hugs. And you are there Clarissa, you smile and you enjoy the same thing. You know they are part of your family and you understand.
Today I don’t know where I am, but I live without uncertainty because I know she lives in the 23rd and 7th and I live in Uxbridge. I know she will come to me, I know she looks forward us. Independent, aversive, pervasive, odor, company, equilibrium, host, Mrs. Dalloway.
