I’m not a pelada as you thought last night, because I didn’t say goodbye to you, because as much as I tried, I couldn’t get out at the signal. But I hope you will pardon me, no?
If you want tomorrow Friday I can see you in the evening, at the little tree... to give ourselves up to love…
I will call you over the phone at four, eh? (It is not “he”, you know?)
I need you to tell me several times…
“Don’t be a crybaby” - It’s very sweet for me.
“I love you” very much. Do you believe me?
Well, I implore you to forgive me about yesterday, it was because of my mom.
Yours for ever.
Crybaby of Gómez Arias
Or the virgin lacrimorum
You haven’t written me because of what happened last night, right?
A very strong wind.
My mouth was here for a long time.
I adore you Alex.
For the simpleton verbi gracia (I charge $200 to illustrate letters)