A Love Letter From Mona

and a poem to the sea

I just wanted to share the love this season and ask if you had a date for valentines day and if not if I could maybe entice you into being my valentine. So will you be mine?

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I am also planning two trips up north to the United States in the coming months. One brief one to the west coast (San Francisco and LA) February 23rd- 28th. And a prolonged birthday tour of the east coast (New York and DC) March 25- April 1st. If you are ready to meet me please email my assistant at Mymonawales@protonmail.ch and she will be happy to make arrangements for us. Oh yes and My birthday is March 14th if you want to start planning your gift for me now I won’t be disappointed.

In other news I have no plans past April 1st when I find out if I was admitted to the Phd program I applied for. If I get in I think I will have to reluctantly sell my boat and travel back to the west coast to start this new chapter. If I am not admitted I will hasten preparations to sail the Atlantic by the end of April and I hope to spend the summer there deepening my tan and love of the sea.

Speaking of here is my favorite love poem, that is both a love letter to you and the sea

Here I love you by Pablo Neruda

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.


Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.