Then I also put other letters in. So many letters, so many ashes that several times I had to remove the ashes to be able to burn other letters. Seven years of letters. With my hands. I didn't know then that they weren't all. Jackie had hidden a small portion of them, which I would have gotten back when everything was consumed on both sides...).
I closed the drawer and felt very sad. When I was too sad I went out for a walk in Venice. Since every corner was a picture and the different lights made the picture alive, in contemplating so much beauty slowly my spirit found new calm.
"All people are confused and that's as normal as a battle. What I know is that you and I are very similar, and that makes time run so fast when we're together." We are not together a lot, I thought as I passed the Basilica of San Marco which shone in the last sun. That book divided us. The newspapers continue to speculate about Renata; my mother continues to live in painful disquiet about my reputation as a good girl; I'm confused. That book brought us no luck.
I had stopped on the Riva to look at the Lagoon, the island of San Giorgio which was about to disappear into the half-light, the gondolas between the briccole swinging side by side, in a row. "...My beautiful lady..."
"Oh Toni! What a pleasure to see you again. How are you? \"
"Will you allow me to spend a little time with you?"
"Of course, Toni. Shall we sit at Todaro?"
"Oh no, not at Todaro! There she only has to sit with her peers. Let's go to the column, like that evening. It suits everyone, Venetians and tourists, princes and beggars."
I realized that Toni had a cloudy look and a hoarse voice. When we were seated on the stepped marble base,...
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