acá va una torpe traducción al inglés:
But all this made me want to write you. A letter. No phone, no email. I don’t want an immediate answer. I need you to think through what I’m going to tell you. Alright, here it goes: come live with me.
The flat is not what you would call ‘a mansion’, but it will do, and would be beautiful if you lived in it.
We’re no kids anymore, we must stop wasting time. Just think how much time we’ll save if we live together!
I don’t want to rush you… to much. Just to give you a lil’ push.
I know you want the same I do.
Everything is gonna be fine, I can feel it.
I love you, my best friend, my only one.
Yours,
always and forever
G."
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esa 'G' era porque no se me ocurría un nombre para el personaje, pero ahora ya lo tengo!!
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…promise I won’t doubt again.
It’s been too long since the last time we met. Or at least I feel it was.
Ok, so we agreed to tell it all to the kids, and that’s what I did. They were beaming! And I can understand why; they are just going through a ‘we-hate-mom’ phase, plus they have always loved you… I suppose they felt relief to know it was with you and not with some woman (ha ha ha, I know, it’s so bizarre!).
I didn’t tell her, but she knows. It's more than obvious; in fact I think she knew since the day we got married.
She didn’t said much, but asked me to leave the house as soon as possible.
Well, is not that bad, isn’t it? I’m almost happy, in my new flat.
And this morning I received a letter. The address was correct, but it wasn’t for me. I read it (I know, that’s awful), but I don’t regret it ‘cause it was such a beautiful letter.
I asked the housekeeper to send it back to the last owners of this place, he knows were they live now. I had to tell him a lil’ lie (for having opened the letter), something about a wet envelope, and me so concerned that the letter might get ruined… He obviously didn’t believe me.
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…promise I won’t doubt again.
It’s been too long since the last time we met. Or at least I feel it was.
Ok, so we agreed to tell it all to the kids, and that’s what I did. They were beaming! And I can understand why; they are just going through a ‘we-hate-mom’ phase, plus they have always loved you… I suppose they felt relief to know it was with you and not with some woman (ha ha ha, I know, it’s so bizarre!).
I didn’t tell her, but she knows. It's more than obvious; in fact I think she knew since the day we got married.
She didn’t said much, but asked me to leave the house as soon as possible.
Well, is not that bad, isn’t it? I’m almost happy, in my new flat.
And this morning I received a letter. The address was correct, but it wasn’t for me. I read it (I know, that’s awful), but I don’t regret it ‘cause it was such a beautiful letter.
I asked the housekeeper to send it back to the last owners of this place, he knows were they live now. I had to tell him a lil’ lie (for having opened the letter), something about a wet envelope, and me so concerned that the letter might get ruined… He obviously didn’t believe me.
But all this made me want to write you. A letter. No phone, no email. I don’t want an immediate answer. I need you to think through what I’m going to tell you. Alright, here it goes: come live with me.
The flat is not what you would call ‘a mansion’, but it will do, and would be beautiful if you lived in it.
We’re no kids anymore, we must stop wasting time. Just think how much time we’ll save if we live together!
I don’t want to rush you… to much. Just to give you a lil’ push.
I know you want the same I do.
Everything is gonna be fine, I can feel it.
I love you, my best friend, my only one.
Yours,
always and forever
G."
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esa 'G' era porque no se me ocurría un nombre para el personaje, pero ahora ya lo tengo!!
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