Stupity:
When you came to the Palace, with his hat crowned with flowers of peach (or would be jasmine?), gave me the feeling of a beautiful rush forward to the merciless wind that causes depression. You tell me, madam, who has since been ten years and - alas - many gales. Ignore Almanac, madam, that is a work of Time petty bureaucrats. Other equinoxes are those that apply to us. I am going to tell the true story, true and real. Palace
It went to his house, and speak of deposed presidents and politicians, in the propitious darkness of a spring twilight. Ate "chez moi", you read verses. Since then, his adorable smile lit up my happy bunny nights conspirator in disgrace.
you, lady, took the opportunity to become a victim of his wiles and insolence: undisputed doubted my talent, my virtues to the command and my position as leader, created serious difficulties for my approach with the women of the Party and, in short, tried to treat me like one of his papers. Now completed his excesses appear in my cell, at untimely hours, to ease my sleep and disturb my thoughts. (Do not think that I complain, madam, you never know complaints.)
say I'm about to leave this promotes cell and I hasten to write. Why? Ah, madam! Not that I do not know that you can say the words of the poet: "Qu'est-ce qu'il already changeant plus qu'un matin d'avril, ce n'est if you amant de mon coeur "(I trust that my French is less treacherous than you). But that does not mean that I have the desire to see her walking and moving around me, his face conejil is encouraged, and utter impertinence, and places are being contaminated by her coquetry unbearable.
You see, Madam, what are my humble wishes. Come see me. The name is appealing to the indestructible ties that bind the conspirators and a relationship that at least you can say (in the worst case) is that another phrase: "questa è piccola adventure, pathos, miraculous, and quasi d'amore." Cooke
Cooke Again
* Letter of John William Cooke Alicia Eguren, written in jail in Las Heras ("Criminal of the South") in 1955. Source: Crisis , No. 9 , Buenos Aires, January 1974.
