Espírito vivente

Agathe: I start early this morning. I don't have much time so I'll just say things as they come. I've never been very good at analyzing what's happening to me. It isn't my thing. I can't act as if you weren't here, as if you hadn't come back. It sounds stupid but you've been in my thoughts ever since Turkey, somewhere in my hopes. I can see that none of this is real, that what we're living doesn't really exist. It's like a digression, a secret. But what's real and true are my feelings for you: what I am when you're there, as if I am infinite, making up for lost time. So for me you exist. And even if though it seems crazy, I want it to carry on, as much as possible. So appear to me again, my beautiful dream, my beautiful lie. I love you.