25th July 1819
My William is the loveliest person in the world!
Today we went a little further than our bedrooms and cabinets. He took me to
our living room, to our giraffe piano, and he played my favourite melody for me.
I honestly love music and this human. That is exactly what I needed.
Relaxed like this, I can start writing something
poetical today. Maybe I could use it in my drama soon?
And you dear William can stay in bed and memorise
the smell of my new perfume or be useful and play with our little daughter. You
can tell her stories; she likes it very much! Maybe you will inspire me…
I will put my cute kitty on my knees, and I can
start writing.
“Nature! You
are like health! You are a real wealth! Nothing compares to you. You change every
day. You are overwhelming. You change your colour. In the summer you are a
golden spark and heaven mark; in the autumn you are juicy apple and syrup maple;
in the winter you lose your pallor and oaks still have their valour; in the spring
magnolias bloom and cherries bloom singing their serenades”.
No! I cannot focus!
Sugar love, you decided to take care of your
family. That is good. Really good. But can you be a little less loud with your fairy
tales? You are three rooms away and I can still hear everything!
We really should try to come back to nature. We
really should try again. My favourite tree – now you go first.
“Oak trees!
You are better than breeze. You can live even five times longer than a small human
being. Always powerful, always proud, always dreaming… I was like you”.
Ah! I cannot write today! I just cannot do this!
I must go and give him a kiss. I will be back in a minute. I will go and give
him some sweeter type of cherries. If it were a right time, I would bring your
pears, my dear. I know you like it very much, Willy!
Come, kitty. We will see Catherine and then you will
meow kindly for your owner, king.
*Five hours later*
When I went to give him a hug, he did not want to
let me go! He spontaneously decided to take me to a meadow. He showed me so
many kinds of plants and flowers and he embarrassed them all with descriptions
of my beauty.
What a man! What a wonderful man!!
Maybe I will write here what he said. We really
should save such moments; we should always be capable to memorise such sweet memories.
Be my Mesopotamian clay tablet, dear diary.
“Daisies! White-yellow
angels! There are no strangers to your beauty and charm! But nothing can compare
to my lover’s purity. You are charity. You are like white sheep. You are always
there for us during an illness deep or… tasty dinner. You make me a sinner - I
will use you to my garland. You will look good on my woman’s head. That is a
blessing that touched your petals. You deserve billion medals.
Red raspberry
roses! My lady’s lips are more bloody, more moody, groovier. Sweet sweety, pure
and mûr (mature). You are beautiful, incredibly beautiful, par Dieu (by God)!
But simply not as much as her”.
I do not remember more… It was an exceptionally
long poetical prose, a speech of angelic voice. Now you know at least in a
little part how it was. Until tomorrow then! I am going to spend more time with
family now. That is important, especially important.
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