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letter written story in the hostel Henry II of Castile

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write for myself and for you in this house

recollection bare words, they wanted
be called life, and history, and now only
rain, are plain
that penetrates the night comes
river water to the window dark.
and the bells are ringing in the tower
distant
sound two strokes, two in the morning;
sound, and no longer serve
words for something more than a gesture serves.

for me write myself and for you
and are two in the morning and cry because finally
know that words are
only to mourn, not make history,

write daily letters sometimes, indeed, also comforting. Free

all thought this hostel
inhospitable border
I write, therefore, the letter which will keep him from morning
forgotten books

My dear, is now the dawn
and I feel that my heart is yours ;
are not yours, are you, because you are
being of my body.
While life goes on every day freedom is today
address these poplars compliment
wind a rain calm and quiet.
Today, when the two in the morning,
and I have wanted to mourn, and cry,
and I feel that your lips are prodigious
eternity.
a big hug and many kisses your good friend.

When I finished the letter you were sleeping.
When I sleep, I woke up.
And so we spent many, many hours.