...most of all, I'd like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.
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Letters to Milena
In no other work does Franz Kafka reveal himself as in Letters to Milena, which begins as a business correspondence but soon develops into a passionate but doomed epistolary love affair. Kafka's Czech translator, Milena Jesenská, was a gifter an
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
With you in my heart I can bear everything...
I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember; all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
But what shall I do when instead of a heart this fear is beating in my body?
...but what am I supposed to do if this fear, and not my heart, is beating in my body?
I can never tear myself open wide enough to people to reveal everything and so frighten them away.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.