13.1

It seemed a normal day. A lot of cold, the normal thing.
Today I need to know of u. I read this poem. The one that is our poem. This of Walt Whitman ... and I think about u, G.
Nothing of u, I am not able not know if u think about me. I think about u and Jo knows of u. We speak enough of u, of Lima, of this summer - winter. Of the great thing that I painted for u. Of the great thing that u wrote for me. I paint for Jo, do u write for J?. U were writing for u. U weren't writing for anybody especially, were saying that. Do u remember? Do u write for her?.
I haven't forgotten you. I want to believe that u think about me. Jo says that u don't do it. I don't believe what she says, not always. Do u think about me?. I think about you. In a summer - winter with you. In the promise to return to gray Lima. Do u share with her your gray Lima?.
Jo is here. I must go with her.
I painted for you. Now I write for.
Good-bye.
You will know of me ALWAYS.
Love.
S