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Dear- dearest J, should I spell out your full name?

I will , do look forward to see you again, if the gods and my luck would be kind, I will. But if I would not, you are in my mind for the rest of time. I close my eyes and I see you. I did not know that there was such a mesmerizing beauty, sweet and mature beauty as yours, I am so lucky for I saw, met you, even if I was in an embarrassing situation. It could not be helped. I think of you always, write to you most days. As the days pass the time is closer when I may wait for you again in the little deli on Saturday mornings. I ask you, beg you to stay out of harms way. Do come only if you would not come to any harm. I would be the happiest human being alive. I will wait, they open at 9 a.m. I wish that you were be a parachute jumper instead working in your present environment. I think of you, if you worry about coming, bring your girlfriend with you. How, how to see you again?

Good night dearest J, in my dream,

I have a date with the most beautiful woman in the world, and if you be late I will wait. K.

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2020-06-28 Dearest J, please don’t take any chance to compromise your health. I do not need titles, they are burned into my heart. Are you interested translations? Some of my translations are published. Latin, English and Hungarian. I completed translating a poem by Endre Ady, 1877-1919, a great Hungarian poet. His love of a woman was almost as intense as mine is. I wanted to write manic, perhaps his was, but mine is intense, it is nicer word. Amazingly it takes us back to the AD. 64 era, to Nero. To celebrate our first date, (What a beautiful, exciting idea! Whenever that would take place!), I offer you the first copy of The Great Fire of Rome, 64 AD, where you find a note about my very modest contribution. I would sign your copy for a kiss, and would perform great, Herculean tasks for the author Dr. Tony Barrett’s. But there is one very much more important idea is in my mind: I am very concerned about your health, your sacrifice is most noble, but please do not make it a – sacrifice – please take all the precautions. Let me know if I can help. I cannot ask anyone about your well being. I find that very, extremely difficult. Please stay out of harms way. Now, I will go and pray to the God, gods I am familiar with, for your safety. I will be on the level with them, although they ripped into me at age twelve, taking my mother, then on my twenty-first birthday my father too. They should have pity on me and present me to you, as a most worthwhile, deserving lover. You lips are the most beautiful, desirable in this world, and in any other worlds, the shine of your hair illuminates my nights. J, I miss you. K.

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2020-06-25

Dear J, beautiful J, I know that I could have contacted the virus, I knew, hoped that I would not see you, hoped that you would not appear, yet I still went to the deli, because that was a place where I used to wait. I am not going to investigate whether you are married. I know we will meet. One embrace will make me forget the night and days of waiting. It is wonderful to think of you. Lock you out of my life I could ask: is not seeing you again so dreadful a thing? Am I typing false hopes out of my keyboard? Not at all. I met the divine, I am so happy for the gift life gave me. We will smile when we meet again. Tomorrow I will look around there to find where I could get some flowers, they were always on my side. And if you come disguised I will recognize you by the draw of the millions little magnets that fills your being. A great poet once wrote that seeing two lovers make love would worth to be killed for, stabbed in the heart, because seeing them would completely fill his famished heart, life could not give more, greater gift than witnessing their happiness, that would make him happy too. No, I love you and wait till you decide, or life’s current sweeps me close to you again. I know where you are but feel that I should not go, will not go closer unless you want me too. Please stay out of harms way, I beg you. One day I might be on my knees holding you, but now, I just pray, ask that if you have a fight on your hands let me know, I don’t think you need addition masks and shields, I have the greatest resource of all mankind: love. I will wait, but please do not come, you too should wait. It will happen. We will celebrate, swim, laugh and love.

Ciao, Karoly.

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Dear J, I think of you always. How can I engage you from this distance set by years that separate you from me? Would you like to know about the works of Janos Arany, or about what was unforgivable between Ilya Ehrenburg and Yevgeny Zamyatin? We could look at the shack where Dostoyevsky married his wife, to wander in the word-labyrinth of Borghes, enjoy the strange world of Vian, the acrobats of Maupassant, witness the punishment for falling in love? Goethe would tell but he still would remember, show us Italy. But it was worth it, wasn’t it, love was everything, is everything. Come with me to Kazakh forest, you know where to find what I am looking for. Learn why Chekov did not like to drive in the snow? Still, I would never accept Eden without you. Am I a little seed of a flower mixed into the cement of a busy high-way being driven over thousands of time, looking for water, a space, light? Then one day, alone, in pain, I saw you. A sugared lightning struck me. My life never be a same again and there are not enough words in the dictionaries to describe it. Ady’s Nero, was right, I do not need the greats of Olympus, after all ‘the poet is who kisses and sings.’ For now he sings until he puts his head down in his bed, on a pillow and waits for you to enter his dream. Good night dear J. I pray, so you may stay out of harms way. K.

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2020-06-05

There are eight-hundred and ninety-nine female names that have the initial J. One of them knows that my letters, poems, compositions and dreams are only for her. Easy to find her; she is the most beautiful woman in the world. KS.

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I thought it was gold.

Then, finally,
By the spring, encouraged, pale,
In his heart a nightingale,
Presented himself as your man,
Walked close to your humbling beauty,
Sheltered you on the street,
Opened a restaurant door,
Dazzled by the fireworks of your smile,
Asked you for a dance; when
Your friends arrived. Being older
He promised acting as if you just met,
Rocket in his stomach.
 
Even lifetime’s stolen moments pawned
Now, no one to share his silence.
Founder in the days without her, he is,
According to a precise description,
Thinking to himself; he should resist 
Curling up in his woes.
The way to him is very long,
The pew is facing the wrong way,
He is afraid, will not believe the words:
So long sweet love, thinking of you, 
I spent your iron
I thought was gold 
In my love's luxury.
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2020-09-28. The draw, if I do not watch its great draw it has over me, my creation, one day I might never be able to leave. But I did. with your help. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt your small, sweet little lips searching for mine. How could I live without.

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2020-09-22. Dear J, I am not sure that the photos are good enough; you should know that I had to go to Africa. I thank you for appearing in my dreams; I shall write about that as soon as I completed my report. I beg you to stay out of harms way. I will wait for you at the usual place, time. With love K.

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Dear J.

I let the world know,                                                                              That meeting you,                                                                                        I met the divine,                                                                                      Oh, yes, I met the divine,                                                                             I was in the presence, in pain,                                                                    In the company of the divine;                                                                  Oh, yes, I would convert to anything you say:                                             A lion, a sparrow,                                                                                        A dolphin, a swallow,                                                                                   Oh, yes, for flying with you just once,                                                        But the surgeon said that it was I,                                                                      Oh, who moved,                                                                                         Turned to see you so divine,                                                                   And unlocked the cage of who I really am,                                               Oh, and of the pain, the pain of looking,                                                 Looking and not finding,                                                                         Not seeing you,                                                                                                     The pain of not seeing you,                                                                     Oh, divine little J,                                                                                     The wonder, magic from Asia,                                                                                I hope you exist, not imagined you,                                                          Oh, beautiful J, under anesthesia.

(Not finding.)

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Dear J, I wish that you are well and happy. You could be happier, couldn’t you? The sun should have spent a little more time over us. I am writing, short pieces, notes I took under your influence. It means that I wont sleep again, so, I will keep my eyes on the doorway and wait for you enter in the rain of flowers, half woman, half apparition, imagine you dancing alone in a garden, or be busy in the kitchen, your hair unraveled, you would be in a hurry. It would be wonderful, wonderful to see you. Dear J, please stay out of harms way. If I find lines in which I am not desperate to meet, talk with you, hold you tell you how I feel, a will send them. I am not sure that there are any. Good night dear J. Have a sweet, happy dream, search for me, find me, I need some of that happiness. With love, Karoly.

July 20 2020.

J, no matter what I do, a wonderful little discovery is waiting for me, somewhere around the corner where I live, on a page of what I read, that takes me back to the few minutes we were close to each other, to the few words we exchanged. I asked you about your name that I found unusual; reading The New Yorker, March 11, 2020, there, all the letters that are missing after your J, those that I do not spell out when I am writing to you, were waving to me, jumping up and down, they were happy to be found, not as happy as I was reading their messages that your name has a Latin origin, in our time meaning: youthful, I could not agree more, when I saw you first coming toward me I thought that I had terrible luck. The most beautiful girl will do things to me, take the blanket off from my body, you were so professional, but dearest J, how could you be so beautiful, I remember your word: “relax your muscle”, I could for a few seconds, you would never guess, if I could have looked at you while you attended to me, regardless of the pain you could have cut off my legs. Encouraged by my lucky find on page fourteen, I looked what I may give you with the origins of my name a Hungarian, Sandor, was born out of Ale-xader, the roots lead to: Help the other men. With the Karoly, I found that it had Old Turkic roots, meant= hawk. God bless his eyes, helped me to escape from a railway station from unknowable fate from those who captured me. Your name indicates will stay young for ever. Mine indicates that I will help others where is a need, and keep flying until I find you. Ciao, with love, Karoly.

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Oh J,
I let the world know,
That meeting you I met the divine,
Oh yes, I met the divine,
I was in the presence, in pain,
In the company of the divine;
Oh yes, I would convert to anything you say:
A lion, a sparrow, 
A dolphin, a swallow,
Oh, yes, for flying with you just once,
But the surgeon said that it was I,
Oh, who moved
Turned to see the divine
And unlocked the cage of who I really am,
Oh, and of the pain, the pain of looking,
Looking and nor finding,
Not seeing you, 
The pain of not seeing you,
Oh, divine little J, 
The wonder, magic from Asia,
I hope you exist, not imagined you,
Oh, beautiful J, under anesthesia.

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2020-07-01

Dearest J, I let all the world know that meeting you I met the divine. I met the divine, O yes, I was in the presence, in pain, In the company of the divine. O yes, I would convert to anything you say, A lion, a dolphin, a sparrow, O yes, For flying with you just once, But the surgeon said that it was I, O, who moved, Turned to see the divine, And unlocked the cage of who I really am, O, and of the pain, the pain of looking, Looking but not finding you, Not seeing you, the pain of not seeing you O, little J, the wonder, magic from Asia, I hope, you exist, not imagined you Divine J, under anesthesia.