post to a portuguese
silvia on Aug 21st 2007
i write this post in english so that my ex-flat mate, daniela, la portuguesa, can read it. she’s been leaving me comments, but she doesn’t understand a word form my blog. and besides, the theme of the post is inspired by something she said.
one friday night she and some friends went out, i stayed at home. she came back, i think at 2 a.m. i was still awake, called her into my room. talked about this, and that, trifle little things.she said and i think i’ve never ever heard anyone saying that: me encanta la vida. me encanta vivir la vida.
she was her usual self: happy, full of energy and saying what she said got me thinking. how come she felt it with every fiber of her body, life flew through her veins like it flowed through mine, but she could say it out loud that she loved life.
i wondered have i ever felt it, have i ever said it? i had moments of happiness, i felt happiness, but what i felt towards life was bitter sweet melancholy. afraid to feel more? not really, it was more like consciousness that life can break you in a blink of an eye.
situacion de la cocina de florenci vives:
i look at her again while i am preparing lunch. she wears a leek-green blouse with a belt, her hair is caught in a type of bun. she is writing a letter in english and i see her so alive. i remember instances of her singing, dancing in a club, i remember seeing photos of her at her sangria parties last year.
some people are like that, they make life seem pinker than it is. portuguesa, thanks for making my staying in tarragona worth while.
p.s. the letter was for me 
i brought it back with me to romania.
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