My darling, I’m waiting for you. How long is a day, in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now. And I’m horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be…
We die, we die. Rich with loves and tribes. Tastes we have swallowed. Bodies we have entered. And swum up like rivers. Fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the name of powerful men.
I know you come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That’s all I have wanted to walk in such a place with you, with friends.
The lamp has gone out and I am writing in the darkness…
NOTE : this letter is my most favorite quote on the last scene of “The English Patient” movie.
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