A letter from Sep 04, 2024

Dear future me: By the time you will be reading this. You will be 21 years old. I am twenty and as you know. I have not a stranger to sorrow. And yet I am not a stranger to love and pleasure and delight as well. Married now. And I shall be married still as eternity says. Bur be present that marriage cannot be only roses and petals. As life cannot be. But love always prevails as the first time. Kiss te ring and the portrait for me in my behalf. Now I am working as a medical interpreter. Working in the script as well. I do hope you had done what I expect to do. The salaries I have. To instruct them in composition and musicality. As by the time you are reading this. It is likely you are completely deaf now. I now that it can be sorrowful as nothing has been. I feel that sorrow too. Be strong. For him. For ours. For me that I write in hope. Probably as well you need to rely in a wheelchair for moving as a whole. And be strong. At least both we have in common we hate to walk already. I wonder if the script is produced. If the novel is going well. If Mel had published and finished her novel. If you can be happy as you can be. Did you had notice about health in that regard? Do we can have children? If that is so. It will be a joyful. And if not. That will be good too. No matter what you do. I know you are still the honest man. That I am. I am not perfect and pretty much think I am a poor devil that had luck as any other of marrying an angel of music. I hope by now you master composition and theory and the music we have seen and heard in our mind can be finally be. And try to do it fast. Would you. Old knight? We do not have time to waste. At least a symphony. And if we could compose the opera itself would be wonderful. Try to master direction. Even that for now not any sane conservatory would want to you to be a student. Be mindful with the eyes. At this point. We will not be able to lip reas or sign language. Only writing. Say to my love that I love him. And that I have think of him to all the letters. Everyday continue calling him Bongiorno Signore at at night Bounna note maestro. Tell Mel I love her and that a friend like her. Only comes in a thousand years. Try not to give her the inheritance too early. Try to live a little longer and I do not mind as of not do self destruction but try not to die by anything else. I love you too as well. I know that we had moments of darkness. But overall even being still a boy we choosed to jump three stories instead of risking being consumed by the fury or pain. No matter what thoughts or bragging you could thought of doing when younger and fool. You always prevailed good. And I want to prevail good as well. We can be vulgar. Cynic. Drunkard. Lustful. Furious. Irritable and coward. But you can be honorable. Truthful. Loving. Joyful. Passionate. Tender and honest. Be honest to the rawness. If truth ***** them let them die. Never let anyone make you hide your spirit. And never let you be ashamed of your love. Say to our Maestro I adore him. The one we call sposo and mio caro. PD: Reminder if we do can have children. Do not call anyone Fígaro as a real name. PDD: Hope we do not end up living under a bridge except in porpoise as Diógenes did.