I give you a love of cakes for the
necromancy gathering. It will help concentration when boredom with the
bones overcomes your usual enthusiasm for anatomical drawing.
Leonardo, I cannot compete in your world. I have stalked you in the
market place, watched you buying up the little singing birds in order to
set them free from their caged oppression.
I am aware that for
you illuminating walls and blank pages with your vivid imagination, is
for you sufficient. I may be charming in my own way, but in this fickle
universe I am aware of my limitations.
days can blow my mind as I follow you, skulking secretly I observe the
boys surrounding you. Your adoring satellites, some hopeful, some
anxious, but most as insightful as me of your needs. We all remain
With less of a free reign whilst
shopping in the market place today, I was abruptly brought to that
unworldly conclusion: I love your hands more than your mystical spirit.
Those hands, which will produce and paint the exquisite. That will be
your permanent gift to history. It makes me smile to imagine the
future joy this will bring. And my smile, dear Leonardo, is very
One day we may meet.
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