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Tuesday, February 11, 2003 This last Sunday, El País ran a bunch of love letters written by some of its readers, and also some by French folks, readers of Le Monde. During the next few days I'll be translating some of them here. (Copyright 2003 El País) My dear one, I would love you with all my soul if we didn't both run a serious danger: that you would reciprocate! – Albert Arnedo Martínez, Zaragoza Because I can't bear the mess of your clothing. Because you never sweep the kitchen. Because you don't know if the bathroom is dirty or clean. Because I am inundated with your magazines. Because you continue being the messy one that I knew. Because you have never deceived or mislead me in anything. Because you always make dinner. Because you always take Javi to the bus stop. Because you always take me to the supermarket. Because you never forget which cologne I like. Because you continue calling me pretty. Because you've proposed losing weight a hundred times. Because you like the sea every summer. Because every day you take out the garbage. Because you like my smile so much. For all that, I continue to love you. – Maribel Pamplona I have to ask your forgiveness. I've begun to forget. Once again. How can I forget calling you, hearing you. How can I forget responding to you, holding you, kissing you? How can I forget watching you while you sleep or you watching me while I sleep? And then I remember and I want to remember always. I remembered this morning, I remembered that I love you. – Manuel Molano Mazón And yes, St. V's day is both an occasion to celebrate love and an opportunity to shovel immense quantities of cash in the general direction of the greeting card and floral industries. It's also something more -- it's an opportunity to ponder the roots of this happy, tender occasion and reflect on how far we've come: from bondage and a year's worth of action by way of a general lottery to hearts/flowers and far more proper behavior. rws 12:31 PM [+]
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