lady day...

...Letter From Estrella...
...she started to write letters, without an
address and no identification of knowing where she
was, just these words...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
...Dear Us,
...I spent last night, close to Buenos Aires,
near an Aunt's, close by to Alfredo the man that
was a Priest in those years I spent when I was sent
away over Paella, and overlooking the night sky I
crave your touch, i do, but even with jealousies, I
can't pour ice over us... pieces of your soul are
always transferred in this manner, whether we like
it or not... only the hippocrates would deny this...
and they seem so plentiful here, as Italiapa
published the novel here too, a few weeks ago, so
people speak of the words like ironing boards,
house kittens, there is barely any violence in them
for these people that read them, not nearly as much
as i'd like to call it... though i can't call it...
...there is a small ginger kitten where i'm
staying, called Chancie, it's always asleep, more
than it is awake, it's asleep or trying to finding
somewhere to get some more sleep, a local girl said
Chancie was once fat, but had slimmed down the
previous summer...
...i can barely stomach anything at all, and
mostly vouch for the sky... the sudden eruptions,
tectonic... and especially so when Alfredo explained
what happened to the girl I once would call my best
friend... Alejandra spent most of her time secretly
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