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Conveniently,

fate brought the boys and me

a three-month contract

to play in a famous hotel abroad.

My dear,

please think of yourself, your husband

and the child growing in your womb.

I bid farewell with eternal sadness,

yours forever,

Gian Luca Ventura"

"Dear Sir,

Your fame made it easy for me

to find your address.

Your letter left me

with fevers for several days.

The nobility of your attitude

brings me even more love for you,

something I thought was impossible.

That nobility is,

however, my misfortune.

I always thought I was a happy person,

but the plenitude

I have found in your arms

makes me the most doomed

of women today.

Forget me if you can,

because I will always be yours,

Aurora"

"My sweet and dear Aurora,

It is you who must forget me...

May

...because I will always be

a despicable villain.

I never thought, hpwever,

that in so much crookedness

my biggest crime

would be to fall in love.

I'd be lying if I denied

how much I still think of you.

You would be scared

by some of the thoughts in my mind.

They are the result of a juvenile

rapture with no chance of a future.

I shall therefore silence myself,

and I beg you,

as I would beg to God

if I believed in Him,

to write to me no more.

Gian Luca Ventura"

"My dear Gian Luca,

Those who claim time heals all wounds

have never loved as much as I have.

I must confess this monstrosity to you:

Neither my husband,

nor the unborn child, not even God

bring me the slightest remorse

for our moments together.

If I curse the day I met you

it's because it was followed

by the one when we separated.

The image you keep of me

hardly resembles reality.

My biggest shame,

to love one man

and carry the offspring of another.

Yours always, Aurora"

"Gian Luca,

Your lack of reply makes me think

you must have forgotten me.

You do as you must

and I wish I could say

it makes me happy.

I have to exist

because the life I carry demands so.

An innocent life,

despite my misadventures.

I bid you farewell forever,

my dearest friend,

yet telling you that,

now and forever,

if you are ever to ask me,

I will not hesitate to pull out

of my chest a beating heart,

which is always yours,

June

July

In the following weeks,

I left my job and avoided friends.

August

The mild way in which Mario demanded

I end the adventure was not comforting.

I knew him well enough to recognise

the gravity of an ultimatum.

We took flight.

Aurora's pregnancy required care,

but the proximity of the border

made up the risk

of a night on the mountain.

We moved into an abandoned

house and watched the fire,

trying to see in it signs of destiny.

We were taken to a nearby village.

Aurora had entered a state of silence

interrupted by cries announcing

new contractions.

Labor began after the death of Mario,

and continued in a hovel whose

entrance was forbidden me,

according to the implicit rules

of ancient matriarchal pact.

I hoped to wake up

in a nightmare anytime absurd.

I am aware that in the course

of this story did not hide

nor explained my attributes.

But beyond madness samples

I still had some awareness.

Knowing that my lover's life

was at stake,

and that our crime committed forever

a common future,

I asked a boy from the village

to look for the husband of Aurora.

renounced my project of flight,

and I was willing to plead..

as his wife's kidnapper

and murderer Mario.

The idea of spending

the rest of my life in prison

or being pierced by a bullet

from the deceived husband,

were good prospects

compared with the desperate impasse

of my current condition.

It was announced

the birth of a child.

The news spread quickly

through the village.

The vision of Aurora with her daughter,

heartwarming for other eyes,

was almost as unbearable

as Mario's body

lying next to me.

In short, I expected to it whatever.

Al da siguiente se divulgara

The next day a mysterious statement

be released on Mario's death,

which today is taken

as one of the determinants factors

for the beginning of the colonial war.

The freedom movement

admits responsability

for the death of this member

of the colonialist militia

as an act of war.

This representative

of the white occupation

was shot in quadrant 45,

Mukange,

where he was caught spying

on the strategic positions

of the African revolutionary forces

for the opressive regime.

Our popular forces

will continue the struggle

for total freedom

of our people and country.

September

I left Africa and Aurora's life forever

two days later,

after receiving her final letter.

It was in India, some ten years later,

I learned of the death of her husband.

By one of those strange

coincidences that life rarely gives us,

I worked with someone

who also knew him.

He was who gave me news of her,

and informed me of her

return to Lisbon,

where she had moved with her daughter.

Some friends also settled in Portugal

and made Aurora reach the location

of my whereabouts.

There was no answer.

And despite this love,

never buried or defeated,

I decided not to look for her.

It is the first time

that I share this with someone.

I did his will

and destroyed her letter:

"Gian Luca, my love,

I leave as soon as possible

and I leave behind these cursed lands.

and the memory of the horror

that I lived in them.

Nothing binds me to this place.

The woman who loved lies dead,

buried under the shadow

of these impassive mountains.

When God lift me,

my secrets will go with my shroud

and like them, say nothing,

because the memory of men

is limited,

and beyond the world, eternal,

and no one can escape it.

In those crimes we

committed together,

his participation

is not comparable with mine.

Mr. is foolish,

and therefore not realized

he spent the last months

with a wild unhappy woman,

who can remember fondly

at the time where there will be

treacherous iniquities.

I ask you to make

this sad letter ashes,

the last I will write

and that you won't respond.

And that never can reveal,

in my lifetime,

the monumental crimes we lived.

Aurora".

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