Dear Maria,
The sky is always grey now, I guess it’s finally winter.
The leaves are crisp brown, like burnt bread. . . they’re no longer the beautiful colors of your eyes and hair – autumn is gone
Still, I think of you day after day. . .
I think I remember saying to you. . . that every winter everything dies or sleeps. . . and so does our love
Are our hearts fated by the seasons themselves?
Last winter we were in a similar abyss. . . only for our feelings for each other to be renewed in the spring and summer, when life is replenished on the earth
The stars’ alignment, the universe, the eclipses, the seasons – I don’t care about any of that. . . do you?
If we love each other, why can’t we just love each other?
I wish I could escape these fate mechanics. . . and be with you forever
But this is life in Creation, until we rise powerful enough to overcome spiritual physics