thank you - to every soul, who sent me a part of herself in the letter, lock of hair, drawing, seashell, music, book, warm sweater, night-dress, teardrop dissolved amongst the ink. thank you for all of these fragments of the world, which I would have never discovered if not with you. thank to you, although I cannot go outside my own house, the world is travelling to me in parts.
ul. Granitowa 42
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
I thought: there is a box, many boxes painted in gold. My room at the attic, weak light. Will you send me even a small lock of your hair? I will tie it with a thin thread or creamy ribbon. Will you let me to lock it here, inside my world? Your name. Once, some woman gave me out of love a lock of her ginger hair. Her name was Justyna. Have I told you about her?
Laura Makabresku ul. Granitowa 42 32-800 Brzesko Poland