Alan

Dear Valeria,

“If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”

Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”

And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.

Best wishes,

A.A. Milne

Lightnin’

Yo! Valeria,

Black ghost, black ghost
Please stay away from my door
Black ghost, black ghost
Will you please stay away from my door
Yeah, you know you worry po' Lightnin' so now
I just can't sleep no more
Yeah, you know I go to dreaming first night
Black ghost is all po' Lightnin' can see
I go to dreaming first night,
Black ghost is all po' Lightnin' can see
You know that's why I begin to wonder
Why you keeps on worryin' me
Black ghost is a picture
And the black ghost is a shadow too
Whoa, black ghost is a picture
And the black ghost is a shadow too
You just can see him but you can't hear him talkin'
Ain't nothin' else that a black ghost can do…

Ever yours,

Sam John "Lightnin’" Hopkins

Robert

Dear Valeria,

I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Sincerely,

Robert Lee Frost

Augusta

Chère Valeria,

Je jure devant Dieu de t'aimer comme un frère,
Dans la vie ou la mort, dans la paix ou la guerre,
Et de sauvegarder ton honneur de chrétien,
Fût-ce au prix de mon sang, ou fût-ce au prix du tien!

Sincèrement,

Augusta Holmès

André

Chère Valeria,

Votre,

André "Le Géant" Roussimoff

Gérard

Ma chère Valeria,

Ses cheveux épais et longs, terminés en boucles, inondent en flottant ses divines épaules ; une couronne multiforme et multiflore pare sa tête, et la lune argentée brille sur son front ; des deux côtés se tordent des serpents parmi de blonds épis, et sa robe aux reflets indécis passe, selon le mouvement de ses plis, de la blancheur la plus pure au jaune de safran, ou semble emprunter sa rougeur à la flamme ; son manteau, d'un noir foncé, est semé d'étoiles et bordé d'une frange lumineuse ; sa main droite tient le sistre, qui rend un son clair, sa main gauche un vase d'or en forme de gondole.

Amicalement,

Gérard de Nerval

Morrie

Dear Valeria,

Yours,

Morrie Turner

Gaius

"I am Caligula, glutton of gluttons, man over woman, man of all women, the whore of all man."

Gustav

Chère Valeria,



Amicalement,

Gustav Doré

Rudyard

Rosa

Dear Valeria,

Freedom only for the supporters of the government, only for the members of a party – however numerous they may be – is no freedom at all. Freedom is always the freedom of the dissenter. Not because of the fanaticism of "justice", but rather because all that is instructive, wholesome, and purifying in political freedom depends on this essential characteristic, and its effects cease to work when "freedom" becomes a privilege.

Solidarité!

Rosa Luxemburg

Anaïs

Dear Valeria,

You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness.

Love,

Anaïs Nin

Sibilla

Cara Valeria,

Alfine mi riconquistavo, alfine accettavo nella mia anima il rude impegno di camminar sola, di lottare sola, di trarre alla luce tutto quanto in me giaceva di forte, d'incontaminato, di bello; alfine arrossivo dei miei inutili rimorsi, della mia lunga sofferenza sterile, dell'abbandono in cui avevo lasciata la mia anima, quasi odiandola. Alfine risentivo il sapore della vita, come a quindici anni.

Con affetto,

Sibilla Aleramo

Agatha

Dear Valeria,

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

Yours,

Agatha Christie

Mary

Dear Valeria,

For unless there be a cause, there exists no first, essential, or necessary cause. Unless final causes are physical efficients, they could not operate, unless upon every theory of the mind. The fact of single and double vision cannot be explained consistently with any theory, and as being deducible from the general laws of causation. Such a theory is null, for two reasons; therefore, I encourage myself to hope for the future success and prevalence of my own notions. Firstly, for truth's sake, which is the Word of God ; secondly, for God's sake, because Atheists, more than all others, are feeling after Him, but cannot find Him, as ever existing, though invisible. To do this must be an honourable calling, and one which may prove successful whether I know it or not.

Yours sincerely,

Lady Mary Shepherd

Tina

Valeria, mia cara

I cannot accept life as it is - it is too chaotic - too unconscious - therefore my resistance to it - my combat with it - I am forever struggling to mould life according to my temperament and needs - in other words, I put too much art in my life.

tua,

Tina Modotti