I
was struck, awed - it was so appealing to the eye - by a Chinese painting of a
charming couple in a paradise, of flowers, birds, butterflies, willow trees,
sunshine, ... but now, I think that’s but a petty love.
It
was too easy, too nothing at all as there were no “despite”, “against”
something seriously. I’d rather paint a paradise of lovers (despite) in hell,
you know?
So
did I tell my MM. (Maria Magdelene).
Just
picture me enjoy, care about the most delicious foods, the most precious wines,
beers, honey, nectar, the most beautiful operas, symphonies, oratorios,
paintings, the most beautiful lakes, woods, mountains, valleys, sceneries, ...
Yet
I even more care, enjoy, her being near, beside me at those moments. - eh, I
mean, you - rather than all those niceties of life.
And
you would stay with me despite my growing into an old scarecrow staying with me in a little old leaking cottage,...
Where
you are, even in hell, - you might be an old scarecrow like me – there was
light, warmth, there was heaven.
And
laughing, you would tease me: “That was your fancy, you, dear scoundrel.”
