lettres from another time

First day

Mary Brooks came out of the room, and I was sad because now with her presence I would feel a loneliness that I thought I had overcome in the past and because I am old I cannot bear this weight anymore. I feel gravity playing another trick. It is pulling my legs and urging me to stand. My legs collapsed. They had been able to bear a long life of the horrors of war. And love, and I said to myself that if she is a writer, she can also carry me with her words. When I saw her for the first time, I felt like I saw Sarah Heather. All this love came back by a coincidence of fate, just like a musician who strokes his rough fingers in vain on the soft piano keyboard, and there is a mixture. A blur of tones and notes, rough and soft as well. Something pushed his fingers randomly, forcefully and quite quickly, as if he wanted to reach his ecstasy but was delaying it.

He repeats this again and again without stopping, and there are passages that shake him and our entire history. It is not a stroke of luck, and it is also not a coincidence that he creates like this. It is a stroke brought about by his destiny, which we can never understand what he carries, but we know that he carries us all, and I began to imagine her with her long black hair. Do you remember me, I wonder? Would you write about me, and if she could, what would she write for me? Lying here in this dark room, I put a little of my perfume that I used to put on this small table next to my bed. It was taking me like a time capsule to the past, condensing great distances in an instant. Passing through the present, my entire old life was shaken, and I felt my heart beating rapidly, my breathing increasing, and I remembered that night, and I saw myself returning to it again, when I went to the party, I wore my best, a classic black suit, light brown shoes, and a black hat with brown stripes on the sides. She put on a perfume that was one of the oriental perfumes that carried the scent of woods, leather, flowers, and scented green herbs. It was sweet and heavy at the same time. Aramis Country Cologne perfume

I combed my blonde hair back, my blue eyes were brighter, maybe because I was happy to meet her, and I looked like a teenager, watching the minutes during those days, and I noticed that I lost some weight, but it didn't mean anything to me, I wished I could I lose some years just as I lose these kilos. After I arranged myself well and went to Alabama to attend the party, I felt a little lonely, because what made me happy during the past days was the idea that something beautiful was waiting for me. It was beautiful, but now I don’t have anything in the days that... Emptiness will come, and it does not occur to me to wonder what I will do next. I just wanted to live these moments in all their details, to have beautiful moments whose existence I do not doubt. When I arrived, I was in shock. There were many important, well-known politicians and wealthy businessmen present at this party. I was with all the elegance that I could with all my effort to possess on this day, a dusty, simple man, a man standing in the corner of things and places, no. No one knew him and no one wanted to know him. I was alone again in the midst of these people. I was completely nobody, and many beautiful women were encircling the arms of these men. I felt my heart beating quickly and my hands began to sweat. I am a man who always lives isolated. I do not mix much and do not go where he goes. These strangers, I was also a stranger in this world and it was even more dangerous because it was also my world

I brought a glass of whiskey and sat in the corner. I watched them dance to the soft parts of the piano and flirt with each other. They were all exchanging their women. They were always looking for women they couldn't get. The music was loud. I sat there staring for a long time, lost. I faked a smile until my jaw ached. Half an hour later, the ship sailed toward the sea. I felt a little relaxed, because at least there was something I could see now, the big sea, and its waves. It was much better than seeing those drunken fools. I couldn't recognize Sarah Heather, and I didn't want to. In asking her, I felt like I would be an intruder. She invited me to the party, and that was enough for a simple man like me. I went outside and sat in the foyer of the sunrise and was watching the sea. The whole sky was full of clouds and there was no blue color. I took out my cigarettes, and I was smoking. I was lost. At sea, and I felt relieved because I had escaped from them and this great noise, I was interrupted by a woman’s voice saying, “I don’t know who you are.” I turned towards her and she was standing behind me in her white dress studded with small, shiny stones, and her long black hair was hanging around her shoulders. I said, “I know you,” and I was smiling. Sarah Heather She said while laughing: Yes, and you?
I said, "Don't you really know me?" Then I felt ashamed that I had forgotten that I was a simple man, a man who had no meaning in her world. I took some smoke from my cigarette and said, "I am the simple soldier who cannot please his wife or benefit his country. I am George Miller Hall." She burst out laughing and said, “I remember you now.” She was looking into my eyes The wind was strong, and her hair seemed to fly. Then she said, "So, would you like to come to the party and stand here alone?" To sit by the sea? I said, in fact, I wanted to see you, but I could not find you, and I said in my heart that finding you is difficult, very difficult, and I continued. No one else seemed important to me to talk to, so I decided to come out here and sit with the sea. The wind pushed her with all force and she collided with me, and that scene was like a romantic scene from a classic movie, and it was as if this fate was pushing her in every way to be in my arms. She moved away and was apologizing, I am sorry, it is the wind. I said to myself again. I blame the wind and I blame this fate. It's okay, it smelled beautiful too, light flowers, and I wished she would say something else to me because I am a man who does not know how to speak. When I fall in love, I not only lose my heart, but I also lose my words. I was silent and was staring into her eyes. Then she said, "Then I should go meet the guests so we can talk." Later, I agreed to move my head and continued smoking my cigarette. I felt at that moment that my heart was jumping with joy. That shell that fate had arranged to place in my arms was the most beautiful thing a person could have. I kept repeating the word “later.” I was talking to the sea and saying, “Isn’t this god tired of Procrastination in my life, later, later,