Then there was the day we went to Kew Gardens.. and it started raining.. so we went and sat together on the wooden bench.. under the shelter of the Chinese pargoda. We sat and watched the rain for a while.. but all I was aware of was.. how close to me you were.. and that I wanted to kiss you.

We are the stuff that dreams

are made of...

1975 to 2005

I think it was Sunday.. the 29th of June 1975 when I first met you.

I came up from Wales.. to London.. for the weekend to see the concert at Wembley.. with the Eagles.. Elton John.. and the Beach Boys....  It was excellent!

The next day I was walking in Hyde park.. and went to Speaker's Corner.. where I saw you.. standing alone.. in the middle of the square.. waiting for your sister.. Patricia.

I can still clearly recall seeing you from a distance.. and thinking that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. You looked just like an angel.. standing there.. alone. I just couldn't resist you then.. and I haven't been able to get you out of my mind ever since.

In fact.. you were so stunning.. I decided I HAD to talk to you.. or I would regret it forever.

I was on fire when I got such a friendly response from you. That was the only time I have ever felt the earth quake on English soil.

When your sister never turned up.. we walked off along Oxford Street.. together.. talking like we had always been the best of  friends.

When I first went to kiss you.. you turned your face away. I had tears in my eyes then... Maybe you noticed.. I don't know.. but.. for some reason you changed your mind.. and allowed me to.. for the first time.

That's what I always remember Kew Gardens for.. our first kiss.. and it was raining outside.

My vegatable garden.. at the side of the house.. looks a little overgrown here.. but I kind of like it natural.. and  a little wild.

This was the house from the other side.. you can see the small kitchen window.. where we used to cook cheese on toast.. and drink lots of tea.. in order to survive.

When we arrived at Orielton by road.. we entered the estate by the gate house.  Some friends of mine lived there. We went to visit them together once.. and saw all their amazing birds. They used to keep lots of ducks and esotic birds.. in their back garden. The drive is almost a mile long.. and I lived  halfway down it.. by the road junction.

This was the junction.. I lived behind the trees.. on this corner.

At the end of the lane is Orielton Field Centre. I used to drive the white van that was parked outside a lot. Do you remember when we drove in it.. over to Cosheston.. to visit my friend Rose Heap.. one summer's evening.. I took the van without my boss's permission.. and he was mad with me.. when we got back. 

One night we walked up to the Field Centre.. and on the way home I suddenly took you off the road and led you across these fields.. down to the lily pond. I remember you telling me.. later.. that at first you were afraid.. because you didn't know where I was taking you in the darkness.. and then you had such a wondeful suprise when you saw all the lilies under the moonlight.. and how magical it all looked by night.

This is the same view of the lily pond that we saw in the moonlight.. when the lily flowers were blooming.

The pond.. from another point of view.. on a cloudy day.. with a gentle rain falling on it.

On the cold evenings in Wales (from a Mexican point of view).. we would huddle around a candle.. to keep warm.

After walking around in the woods...

We would come back and sit by the fire... and talk.. or lay close together.. while listening to music.. and let our  imaginations fly away.. as if we possessed one soul.. when we were together.

Speaker's Corner - Hyde Park

Finally.. me.. completely exhausted.. after listening to you talking for hours.. but loving it.. every minute you're with me...:-)

After you had gone.. I found a letter that you had left behind..

Paul came to visit us one evening and took these photos of us at home. He was a keen surfer.. you can see this by his weird suntan.

They are the only photos of us.. together.. I have.

                          From London to South Wales

I invited you and your sister to come and stay with me at my house in the woods.. in Pembroke.. and you both agreed. So we arranged to meet at Tottenem Court Tube Station..

You were 2 hours late.. I thought I would never see you again.. :-(((((

I felt devastated.......... I didn't even have your address in Mexico.. but in the end.. you came.

"Where the stories cross each other's path, a mystery will be uncovered.

 

Where two different tales of myths and creation are combined, a true miracle will awake..."

   Unique

"In 1935, Albert Einstein, together with Nathan Rosen and Boris Podolsky proposed through flawless mathematical reasoning that if the quantum theory were correct, then a change in the spin of one particle in a two particle system would affect its twin simultaneously, even if the two had been widely separated in the meantime."

11 March, 1976

   Keith*

          I have very beautiful letter from you, you sometimes say that it is difficult for you to express your thoughts in words. I can tell you that I love the clear way that you express yourself.

   

When I read in English, I'm conscious it's in English, but when I read your letters I not just read, I get a perfect image with colours, flowers and smells, I read slowly to make it longer.

   

Now I close my eyes and imagine when you are old, waiting for death, not looking back and thinking of me with a smile, but holding my hand and looking into my eyes.

   

Have with this flower all that I'd like to give you. I hope soon I can give you one fresh.

                                                   love Rosalia

6 October, 1976

   Keith*

          I was looking at the photos of out trip, I particularly like the one of that lovely walk, it brings me very sweet memories. I think we were a bit mad, but it's great to be crazy with you. Do you remember the church we found? With very old tombs and an organ. I love to imagine how these people lived, their thick, dark smart clothes, their manners. Mm! And when we went running up the tower of the church of Fowey to listen to the bells, and that awful smelly mud where we nearly sank, and the storm at night in Clovelly, and the nice play in the Minick theatre. I remember as well how nice it was at your home, everything was so different from my life here.

Now that I sleep by myself I think it was not that bad to be pushed to a little corner and have to struggle not to fall down. We really had good times.

I love you because you are the best thing that have happened to me in my life. I feel like be very close to you like those peaceful rainy afternoons in front of the fire in your home.                                                                                                      Rosalia

There's time and distance between us but in the future if you are sad and feel alone remember that in the other side of the ocean there's somebody who love you

   

Recuerdame, que yo no te podre olividas y llenase en la piel tus arisia                                te quiero       R.

15 Jan, 1976

   I took out all the letters you have sent me and I've seen how you have got use in writing, at first it was hard for you to express yourself but now you can transform your thoughts in words very spontaneously, and as your thoughts are very beautiful your words are very pleasant even when they are sad because you've got power to change everything into beauty.

  

I've just received a letter form you a minute ago, is always exciting find a letter with my name written by you among the lots of letters that the postman brings for the family.

I've been thinking that you must learn cooking, because what I'm going to eat when I'm in Wales? Because I'm not going to live off cheese on toast during two months, am I? Or perhaps you can invent a way to live with out eating at all, so choose whether you become a good cooker or you discover how to avoid food. OK?

 

Oh! Keith I'm looking forward to going to Wales soon because the photograph is not enough and in it you are so serious and I need your smile

 

Mm! Que increible tempora la nos vamos a pasas juntas

                                     

anyway te amo

                                            Rosalia                               

1 April, 1976

  

   Keith*

          These 3 last days, I've been very happy, speaking English, talking with your friends, all that make me feel closer to you, but now their gone and all I've got left is memories, letters, dreams and a huge desire to be next to you again.

Yesterday night when I turned over the page of the calendar. I thought and felt that 2 more months are too long time to wait so I think now if I work hard at school I could finish the time this month, asking my teacher to make me the examination earlier and I can go sooner to Wales.

   

In your last letter you said that perhaps I might be ill and need you: I need you since the very first time I saw you.

                                  I'll see you very soon.

                                                 my love Rosalia

31 January. 1976

  Keith*

        It's 10 pm, I had this afternoon an examination, I think I'm going to get a good mark, but now I'm tired and I'd like to go for a walk in the forest and only hear the noises of the animals but if I go out I'll find lots of noisy cars, so I'll stay here, write for you because this makes me feel fresh again, it's strange what happened to me, I can't stop thinking of you ever minute of the day. Yesterday night I put a candle, seat in front of it and closed my eyes, and for a moment was feeling like if I'd be in front of your fire, feeling you behind me, and suddenly opened my eyes and found that I was at home alone and you was so far away, but anyway I had been very happy for this moment and now I smile when I remember this and all the marvelous moments I spend with you.

  

Now I'm going to kiss my father and go to bed, tonight. I'm going to think of you, and hope you do so

                                                  Me encantas

                                                      Rosalia

7 January, 1976

   Keith*

           I'm in my room. I've heard the horn of the postman downstairs, soon the maid will come to bring my father's letters, perhaps there's one for me, I hope so. This afternoon I will have an examination of cinema, this is one of the five I'll have, if I pass they'll accept me at the new cinema school, but is difficult because they just accept 25 people every year, I'm looking forward coming back to school and the activity, I've been having nearly 2 months of holiday and I'm dull of cinema, restaurants, etc. I love holidays when I travel but this time I just spend a week in USA.

   

I've promised myself that I'm going to study hard this term and I'm going to get lots of good marks and my father will let me go to Europe.

   

I'm glad to heard that you like Albert Camus, he is one of the writers I like most. Do you find good Satre as well? He is existentialist, I don't know the word in English.

   

I think you're a very intelligent person because although you don't go to school you study hard and by your own impulse which is 100 times better than go to school because there there's someone who tell you what to do, read, write, to investigate is the best way to learn, you study 3 or 4 theories and choose the best one for you. At school sometimes teachers tell you that this is the truth and there's no possibility of be disagree. So! Long life for you hunger of culture!

   

I like very much receive letter from you in English but I love them in Spanish.

   

I love you and I'd very much like to have you photograph.      R.

This is one of my latest indoor flowers with love for you

I hope pass the exam

12 December, 1975

   Keith*

           Yesterday when I was going to visit a friend, two English girls asked me for a lift (hitching) I felt very glad to practice English, I like British people very much.

Every time I receive a letter from you, I try to be good with people, take care of plants and animals because you always talk about love, kindness, peace and beautiful things. Thank you for make me better everyday, sometimes after being driving for 2 or 3 hours I'm an ugly monster but I read your letter and I become a sweet smiling girl.

My first and my last thoughts of the day are for you since I met you.

Do you remember the night we made a fire in the beach with Phil an Patricia. You pushed a heavy old tree from the top of the hill to the beach, it was very cool but the fire was gentle and we was near each other. The night was very pretty, and the sound of the sea was very soft.

   

Mi pensamientos contigo hoy y manana     Rosalia

17 October, 1976

   Keith*

           tonight is very clear because is full moon, I went outside to try to see the stars but it's nearly impossible with the light of the city. I've been spending the weekend just reading so I'm very rested and happy. I wonder where are you and what are you doing, now here it's 9pm so there it must be 3am, you are probably sleeping in your wood bed. Perhaps it's cool and you have the fire light, and there are fresh flowers on the shelf, your clothes on the floor.

  

I think the sky there must be plenty of stars and through the full moon light every thing looks like made of silver.

   

In this moment I having a very clear picture of you in my mind, it's like being seating on your bed's corner looking at you; the sensation is very real. I would like very much that all that would be true.

   

Can mind move from one side of the planet to another?

                                                          love R.

P.S. My sister wrote a letter for you, she always asks who is the person that send letter from England.