Letter to her...

'Dear Isabel...
Come stai?
haven't written to you...
For the last few days...
Hope you are well...
How's the breeze there?
Is it not calm and soothing?
Is Napoli winning?
How's Cicero?
And Donya?
And Abramo?

i think you people are working it out quite good...
Together...
i can feel it from here...
togetherness is in the air...
i can feel it...
Kids on the streets playing...
People singing...
The bars are running full house...
Gay Odin having thronging customers...
And
That Macdonald's near the Clinica...
It has installed a new big display...
i can feel it from here...

How's Amadore?
his hands got swollen?
Are his eyes alright...
Please request him not to paint at night...
he is getting old...
Why not you go often to his place?
Why not help him a bit with chores?

Yes...yes ...
you got works...
i know...
Do you feed the pigeons at the piazza every morn?
i think you do...
You can never run out of corns...
To be given away...
i know...
have Faith...

Me?
Bene...
Just experiencing more of twin shapes
Or you may say
Four dimensions
Of two primary things
Which is governing
The two...
And you will be surprised to know
That out of these all...
A fifth Space is opening up...
Like...
Like mixing colors you see...
Two colors fusing to create a new one...
In which two remain...
Like inherent...
In this case two sets are fused...
Out of which One
Only One
Is emerging...
Every moment dear Isabel...
Every moment...
(that is also a color...is it not?
Or a drop of water...
Of an Ocean...
is it not?)

Carried a Cross ...
Over shoulders dear...
Remembering Petre...
And you...
i did it...
it bled...
Still
i did it fine...

And another thing...
Did i tell you?
Perhaps forgot...
Love you...
Loving the journey Isabel...
Loving you more...
Nowadays...

And
Just to remind you
As i end here...
That lovely phrase...
L'amore e un viaggio...non una destinazione...

-Frances

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