http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6mkeLJwnTY

Aquesta carta no es podria haver escrit sense abocament, sense intensos sentiments, sense complicitat al límit... N'hi ha que prefereixen deixar d'escriure, escatimant somriures.

Agafant la ploma, dibuixant nous somriures... ^^

"I met someone. It was an accident I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing...I said another...next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. And now there's this feeling in my gut she might be the one. She's completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile. Highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That's the good news. The bad is that I don't know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I'm not with you right now, I have this feeling we'll get lost out there. It's a big bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don't know what's going on with us. And I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee. That's gotta count for something right? Call me. I'm faithfully yours...Hank Moody"
Unfaithfully yours
Hank"


Records dels records que omplien de verd una llunyana ciutat... que ja només són això, records, però seran exemple per a futurs enyors...

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