. .. and all the next day I was intoxicated by the memory of night passed, and pervaded by its beauty and its Follia.Come I can bear the wait?
I read your letter again and as before my eyes filled with tears ... Never before, I thought that a letter, a simple sheet of paper, could send something so sublime, instill feelings so high, you gave a soul ...
if I could be with you in this hour that I love so much, I would try to tell you how much beauty has enriched my life in the last few days ... When will I see you again? Aspects that you call me ... I just close my eyes to feel you here, with knowledge of the wine on the lips and your lips pressed against mine ... Possorivivere every moment of our hours, and keep them gently stroking into me as fragile dreams and precious ... "
From Tina Modotti at 1921 E. Weston
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