What would have happened if Judy does not had stayed? If after completing a brief case had been long without a trace? Anyone in his place would have. Accomplice to a murder about to be discovered, was the most sensible option.
Fill the bag, Judy, go fast, runs away, take the first bus or train to anywhere, do not look back. I wonder why you did it? For money? No, of course not. You may initially attract the money, but then could not get out, is not it? Are you threatened? I guess once in the possibility of revealing your complicity in the crime should be sufficient but actually it was him, right? It allows you to continue playing the role ... for him. Because you knew that deep down he was not cheating, because you loved him ... you, or the ghost who tries to give life is it Judy? So consented to continue playing ... yes, I know, I should not talk about the game, does it?
know what I was looking for a dream, just like you. Seeks to end it when she fell into the void ... and now you see, is not so easy. I saw a while ago, I followed up your apartment and invited you out, and you do not know has seen you, Judy, has seen her, Madeleine, that ghost that haunts you both laughing at you, who runs his hand over his face and compressing your nights in atrocious nightmares. Go Judy What are you thinking of staying? What? Poor Judy, you never know love, not seeking if not what has been lost, what ever possessed. No, not you Judy, you know. Also know that she is ... she, Madeleine, a shadow, who always stands between them. Try to change you, you will be the stuff of which he forged the object of his desire, will disappear, and notebooks over, when I get to shape Madelein again destroy you because their presence was intolerable, because desires do not support its implementation because Madeleine is not just a desire not to be ever reached, so loved her, so he was halfway up the stairs when he died.
Break this letter you are writing, put your stuff in the suitcase and runs away with torturing let him remember, and take you to yours. Bring Madeleine also those days you passed together, take their desire attached to the skin, and the certainty that it will be and all that you one in the distance, a ghost, a shadow, nobody.
Márchate Judy, leave off.
Valencia, Sunday 11 March. Definitely the winter was over, short, distant now.
PD's laureate Portuguese writer points to the cordon sanitaire. That asepsis yours, Cuban medicine, so famous.
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