dimanche 28 juillet 2013
"It is a shame that we should have met in harshness and coldness where there was once so much tenderness and so many dreams. Your song. I wish you had a little house with hollyhocks and a sycamore tree and afternoon sun embedding itself in a silver tea-pot... I want you to be happy... I love you anyway - even if there isn't any me or any love or any life - I love you."
Lettre de Zelda Fitzgerald à Scott dans les dernières années de sa vie.
Ça m'a fait pleurer de beauté.