the 15 augusti 2003 10:07
Re: G & K
love Marlena
Oh, for the 3rd Time I'm starting now, with my mail. Already 2 times our PCs from computer science Suply were shut down. And since all data that are not stored bachab. So now you had already compiled a long mail on the table. And I could sit back leisurely.
And there's just your new morning mail. It smells almost like freshly baked cakes. I am amazed how often you baking them cakes. The role is to you as well as that of the mother cat, it seems. And behind him is - how shall I say - a little love declaration. That's even sweeter than the cake, and it all before the morning coffee. I do not know how I deserve it all. And then you rob a kiss, as they say strangely. I did as a young man never knew what they mean when they said he had robbed her a kiss. How can you give kisses, if you do not want?
So, my dear, I give him the kiss Dir, I mean of course.
Yes, I think my cerebellum is Catholic, Protestant, and maybe my middle cerebral neocortex my Islamic. This is a complete mix, and I do not know why they do not choose me, finally, in an ecumenical body. I could then distribute to all sides blessing urbi et orbi, so to speak.
Yesterday we had our Weekly. And W. surprised me and me - put a book - perhaps for the farewell. You will not believe it, it is the Book of Disquiet by Pessoa. I had suspected that he had with him. I had no recollection that I had him on loan. And I have not hired him. The issue, he claimed that he had found on the web. He finds everything on the Internet. And I find not even a little book in my four walls. In short, the issue is pretty and with a hard cover, while mine just a little pocket book is. And this one is illustrated by a Portuguese artist. I like that. What do you think of today Pessoa? Surely you have in the north long summer evenings of the strange thoughts nachgehängt. Well, it is not strange and poetic. A combination that I like anyway. Although, I must say I did not want to be happy with Pessoa share a two bedroom apartment. He would definitely leave burning his breakfast eggs. And if it rings at the door, he sat for some strange ideas and would not hear the bell. No, for every day he would be too ethereal.
is sweet But that Walo - as I call him - has given me this book. He said he could not see my uneasiness, I have, because I do not think my book. I then placed him in retaliation a small book of Tabucchi, of which I have already told you, too. It is - I think - a little mystery and thrillers Walo adores. So I was happy to donate in addition to the personnel manager even dinner a little surprise. Life sometimes presents real bright spots, right?
We talked about a book by Tepper wine, I ...
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