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The twelfth letter of Alberto Ana from London narrated by Miguel Angel.
After several years Alberto writes again to Ana, it's his last letter to the young from London. Alberto does not hold a grudge for not responding to any of his letters, he just want to inform Ana he is returning to the galleries through the front door. He would like to know if for old times, she will wait him on the roof ...
Ana,
It's been years I don't notice this strange feeling I have now, facing a blank page with the intention to talk to you ... with complete certainty that this letter would never reach your hands.
It's been a few years and I write again, without the assurance that you are still living in Madrid. Knowing you, I imagine no longer. You were a restless girl, determined ... and for sure you're already in Paris, triumphing as a designer, as you always wanted. Fashion magazines arrive from all around the world in my office, and every season I open them with the hope of finding your smile in the other side of the photographs.
However, Ana, this letter is quite different from all that i sent you years ago. Do not worry, there are no reproaches, you can continue reading. I write only to announce that my father asked me to return to Spain for the presentation of the new collection ... I have not yet answered to my father... i wanted to notify you before. You had to be the first to know about my back to Madrid.
What strange is life sometimes, right? The last time I was in the galleries, I had to leave by the back door. In the alley. Now my father wants me to re-enter the 'Galerias Velvet' in style: gala, champagne, journalists ...
In a few minutes, as soon as i finish writing you this letter, I will double the paper carefully, and build an air plane like the ones i sent you as a child. I'll put it in an envelope and thus this plane will fly to Madrid ... and it will arrive days before me. And with the plane, I want to send you an invitation, Ana.
See you on the roof? If only for old times.
A tender greeting.
Alberto
The twelfth letter of Alberto Ana from London narrated by Miguel Angel.
After several years Alberto writes again to Ana, it's his last letter to the young from London. Alberto does not hold a grudge for not responding to any of his letters, he just want to inform Ana he is returning to the galleries through the front door. He would like to know if for old times, she will wait him on the roof ...
Ana,
It's been years I don't notice this strange feeling I have now, facing a blank page with the intention to talk to you ... with complete certainty that this letter would never reach your hands.
It's been a few years and I write again, without the assurance that you are still living in Madrid. Knowing you, I imagine no longer. You were a restless girl, determined ... and for sure you're already in Paris, triumphing as a designer, as you always wanted. Fashion magazines arrive from all around the world in my office, and every season I open them with the hope of finding your smile in the other side of the photographs.
However, Ana, this letter is quite different from all that i sent you years ago. Do not worry, there are no reproaches, you can continue reading. I write only to announce that my father asked me to return to Spain for the presentation of the new collection ... I have not yet answered to my father... i wanted to notify you before. You had to be the first to know about my back to Madrid.
What strange is life sometimes, right? The last time I was in the galleries, I had to leave by the back door. In the alley. Now my father wants me to re-enter the 'Galerias Velvet' in style: gala, champagne, journalists ...
In a few minutes, as soon as i finish writing you this letter, I will double the paper carefully, and build an air plane like the ones i sent you as a child. I'll put it in an envelope and thus this plane will fly to Madrid ... and it will arrive days before me. And with the plane, I want to send you an invitation, Ana.
See you on the roof? If only for old times.
A tender greeting.
Alberto