Looking north.
Chapter 1. Negative.
It doesn't smell like you anymore!
I'm like a mute speaker, I've become paralyzed.
There's hardly a sound of living together, and the hours they're at home, your parents, they're very quiet.
That's why I dared to send you some of the sensations and conversations that you can feel in this, your house, where everything has turned towards the North.
Do you remember when you were watching the sunrise or the sunset?
Well, no! Now they are only in front of the wall and in front of it the television.
The hours of the day from sunset to night are filled with nostalgia.
I don't hear anything other than discontent between your father and mother in their conversation.
And why deny it, some lead them to think, and if you want to visualize: your uncomfortable moving around with that husband, with whom neither of you seems to feel alien to his despotism!
Very generalized, they think.
Between truths and half-lies, they never have an approach of positions about the feeling, about your placidity, so common here.
Your reality takes away their sleep.
Maybe we're wrong and you're happy! ...they say.
Or maybe they think they have this feeling that you have been stolen from them! ... and add uncertainty to their doubt.
However, I think that since you only call and come very rarely, it is because you don't need them and you are in a rainbow of happiness.
Time, or maybe, after a few months, after the initial honeymoon, everything will be vaporized!
Ah! ...and again let us look more closely at your affections, and approve your marriage!
You look as if you'd hung a slogan on the ceiling. "We shall be on the lookout every day," that means not that we shall watch you, but that our ears, like your eyes, shall be a beacon, so that your ship will not be wrecked.
This island is sad
Kisses from your parents...
P.S.
This is a personal note from your mother, surely thinking of that time she described aloud:
"I'm as afraid of you as I was when I married your father.
He was a bit of a despot, of an educated male chauvinist, which made me uncomfortable, and although that lasted his two attempts, now we almost without talking think, repeated, that situation in your relationship.
Your father is now kind, compliant, and argumentative. He thinks we're the same, as people."
Here I am, try to be happy!
Newness:
Your house has turned into an amanuensis!
And this is the air you breathe here.
Chapter 2.
Looking south.
We've done well, everything!
That same house where you were born is talking.
Nothing's changed, everything's the same.
These are the memories of your house without you!
I know what you're coming to like today, and even I'm happy.
Everything is alive!
We're waiting for you!
That's what this usual weekly slogan says, on the radiant threshold of our door.
- I speak to you as a member of the family.
You have the food prepared, the table exquisitely set, like every Saturday after your marriage, with that exceptional husband who accompanies you.
Your father and mother live floating in the atmosphere of your happiness, and that makes the feeling of emptiness not exist, which in other circumstances, could be uncomfortable, if you were not happy, there.
Looking at the light of the house, to the south, they keep waiting for the sunset from all the windows of me.
We have the prize of a successfully married daughter!
Living here is an homage.
Ah, you hadn't noticed. It's your house that writes!
Kisses
Chapter 1. Negative.It doesn't smell like you anymore!
I'm like a mute speaker, I've become paralyzed.
There's hardly a sound of living together, and the hours they're at home, your parents, they're very quiet.
That's why I dared to send you some of the sensations and conversations that you can feel in this, your house, where everything has turned towards the North.
Do you remember when you were watching the sunrise or the sunset?
Well, no! Now they are only in front of the wall and in front of it the television.
The hours of the day from sunset to night are filled with nostalgia.
I don't hear anything other than discontent between your father and mother in their conversation.
And why deny it, some lead them to think, and if you want to visualize: your uncomfortable moving around with that husband, with whom neither of you seems to feel alien to his despotism!
Very generalized, they think.
Between truths and half-lies, they never have an approach of positions about the feeling, about your placidity, so common here.
Your reality takes away their sleep.
Maybe we're wrong and you're happy! ...they say.
Or maybe they think they have this feeling that you have been stolen from them! ... and add uncertainty to their doubt.
However, I think that since you only call and come very rarely, it is because you don't need them and you are in a rainbow of happiness.
Time, or maybe, after a few months, after the initial honeymoon, everything will be vaporized!
Ah! ...and again let us look more closely at your affections, and approve your marriage!
You look as if you'd hung a slogan on the ceiling. "We shall be on the lookout every day," that means not that we shall watch you, but that our ears, like your eyes, shall be a beacon, so that your ship will not be wrecked.
This island is sad
Kisses from your parents...
P.S.
This is a personal note from your mother, surely thinking of that time she described aloud:
"I'm as afraid of you as I was when I married your father.
He was a bit of a despot, of an educated male chauvinist, which made me uncomfortable, and although that lasted his two attempts, now we almost without talking think, repeated, that situation in your relationship.
Your father is now kind, compliant, and argumentative. He thinks we're the same, as people."
Here I am, try to be happy!
Newness:
Your house has turned into an amanuensis!
And this is the air you breathe here.
Chapter 2.
Looking south.
We've done well, everything!
That same house where you were born is talking.
Nothing's changed, everything's the same.
These are the memories of your house without you!
I know what you're coming to like today, and even I'm happy.
Everything is alive!
We're waiting for you!
That's what this usual weekly slogan says, on the radiant threshold of our door.
- I speak to you as a member of the family.
You have the food prepared, the table exquisitely set, like every Saturday after your marriage, with that exceptional husband who accompanies you.
Your father and mother live floating in the atmosphere of your happiness, and that makes the feeling of emptiness not exist, which in other circumstances, could be uncomfortable, if you were not happy, there.
Looking at the light of the house, to the south, they keep waiting for the sunset from all the windows of me.
We have the prize of a successfully married daughter!
Living here is an homage.
Ah, you hadn't noticed. It's your house that writes!
Kisses
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