December 2009
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in France where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from you again. you used to write insane poems about ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you knew famous artists and most of them were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right, go ahead, enter...
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest...
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Only two of them.
Cristina: What is increased brown iris pigmentation?! What does that mean?!
Luisa: It makes your eyes browner.
Cristina: All of them?!
Cristina: What am I going to do when you leave for college? It's like I won't even have a sister.
Luisa: I'll always be your sister! And you can call me any time! And we can talk about your problems and stupid little things and everything and anything. It'll be great.
Cristina: Yeah... But what am I really going to do when you leave for college?