'Man writing a Letter'

[gabriel_metsu]

Fear agus litir a sciobh aige

Previously spoke of Nestroy, had been lodged with
welders, carpenters, bricklayers.
The Chelsea Hostel, located in a shrouded in clouds city,
very remote from Rose.

He thought, and was sure that you wouldn't come to the place
like that;
- You has arrived and saw him there.

It wasn't nice view to see him in clouds;
He know and you too.

I went to the kitchen through the side doors,
and couldn't dare raise the sight at you - Rose.
I have felt you, through the fifth sense,
although there is no sense in explaining you,
I took leave of my sense, perhaps.

I brought my mug to wash it, being
totally torn apart by the fifth sence,
knowing that Rose is so close to me (1 meter).
- It was June.

It was like from other reality to stay there
and being sure, it's you.

Meanwhile you was staying like a stone, Rose.

I only caught a glance at you, I remember
that you was watching the kitchen utensils;
Do you remember the teaspoon?

I bound myself to do something, and
barely I was to snap under that pressure, feelling you;
I haven't got the power, like you.

It isn't a must see you,
I can feel you, I feel you for every vain,
for every day, I can feel you still, albeit...

I'm growing weak looking at you,
because I'm not ready yet.

You are unspoken beautiful,
- I didn't see you on set,
And I'm getting mesmerized, when I feel you.

I'm still marvelling at you, Rose;
Do you memoir the teaspoon?

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What a suit do I have to be worn, Hehter?