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Apr 17, 2005 01:19

I've lost the eloquence that colored these words in my head as we flew home from this queer vacation ( Read more... )

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senorpr0n April 17 2005, 13:43:25 UTC
"Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!"
"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I tell you."
"I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them."
"I am gay on the outside, especially among my own folk (I count Poles my own); but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness..."

Chopin knew.

You know I have the greatest respect for you and your judgement in what you need to do. The only time I feel scorned is when I misunderstand what you are doing simply because I have no idea what you are doing. Call me ignorant if you must. A simple explanation would be my guide in how to react.

I would do anything to make you happy, to see you smile.

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