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imported>N217062 I doubt this is meant to be the artist Raphael. The memory this letter is in can be done starting in 1476 and Raphael was born in 1483. Also unlike the Michelangelo letter, there’s not enough info here to really say that this guy is indeed the famous artist. |
imported>Coreyg1423 m Corrected the letter it should not be usual it is special. |
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How can I live without you? I cannot work, I simply idle away, dreaming of your face. The fact that your father has locked you away behind cold walls sickens me. You are a budding young woman. You should have the privilege to feel my sweet kisses, like a gentle wind caressing your soft petals. | How can I live without you? I cannot work, I simply idle away, dreaming of your face. The fact that your father has locked you away behind cold walls sickens me. You are a budding young woman. You should have the privilege to feel my sweet kisses, like a gentle wind caressing your soft petals. | ||
Yet, finally, it is Friday, when he goes off to market. Oh happy day, and still, happier night! Come, when the sky reigns with sparkling stars, come find me and jump into my arms. At dusk I will be waiting at our | Yet, finally, it is Friday, when he goes off to market. Oh happy day, and still, happier night! Come, when the sky reigns with sparkling stars, come find me and jump into my arms. At dusk I will be waiting at our special spot. | ||
Yours forever, | Yours forever, | ||
Latest revision as of 20:42, 12 February 2025
My Dearest,
How can I live without you? I cannot work, I simply idle away, dreaming of your face. The fact that your father has locked you away behind cold walls sickens me. You are a budding young woman. You should have the privilege to feel my sweet kisses, like a gentle wind caressing your soft petals.
Yet, finally, it is Friday, when he goes off to market. Oh happy day, and still, happier night! Come, when the sky reigns with sparkling stars, come find me and jump into my arms. At dusk I will be waiting at our special spot.
Yours forever,
Raphael