Subject: don't worry, be happy

From: "Annie Burr" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 02 May 2004 21:36:49 +0200

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I have never liked that the wind howls like a wolf. It gives headache me. You also seem a little wolf lately, reason why you howl and by how you try to surround to me in that invisible
wall. What it had given months ago by that interest that now samples. The interest is false, already I know it. I was your better wall, your better mirror, and you do not want to lose to
me. Your words bounced on me and returned to you, cubriéndote of the light that I gave them. In me you found your better; like in poems of Salt mines, but the other way around. Now no
longer he concerns nothing. Now you are going to have to work more than the wind if you want to conserve something of me. Finally I have freed myself of your threads and if I remain, and
I am your friend, it is only in tribute when
waking up that you offered me. And only because I want it, it frees to the aim of as much love that it obstructed to me...
El papel descansa de cualquier forma en la mesa de Cristina. Juan hubiese querido no leerlo pero
es la letra de Cristina y es tan difícil sustraerse a la atracción de esas letras
abandonadas allí, de cualquier forma.
It does not know if she has done it aposta so that he reads it. It is a letter for somebody? Of whom it speaks? He is only one of its literary games? The wind howls, is truth.
It has been three days making it and Cristina it hates that. He hates the mysteries of Cristina.

but the other way around. Now no
longer he concerns nothing. Now you are going to have to work more than the wind if you want to conserve something of me. Finally I have freed myself of your threads and if