The 3rd Letter

Hay, como gentes que caminan por encima del bien y del mal (una que otra y muy escondida por ahí), cosas que transcienden la cosa cursi y los corazones de chocolate, hay cosas quenada más sí. Que le ponen a una la piel de gallina, aunque sean edulcorados como el almíbar de manzana.

Ludwig Van Beethoven, por ejemplo. A mi me sigue sorprendiendo que alguien en serio pueda amar así:

Good morning, on July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us
I can live only wholly with you or not at all

Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits
Yes, unhappily it must be so

You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart
never
never
Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life
Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men
At my age I need a steady, quiet life
can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day
therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once

Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together
Be calm
love me
today
yesterday
what tearful longings for you
you
you
my life
my all
farewell.

Oh continue to love me
never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

ever thine
ever mine
ever ours.