This is my first time posting on this forum. Just wanted to share this letter I wrote for her about a year ago?? not too sure. Point is I miss her everyday of my life. And pretty sure I'll always will. Rest in peace, Angel. (Also, not sure if my english will fit this cus is not my first language but ill try to translate it as well). Love, Luz xx
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"Lo que significa Amy Winehouse para mi es algo que no sé muy bien como explicar, me ha pasado pocas veces. Estoy segura que es amor, me sacude como ninguna otra cosa y me hace ver que mis sentimientos son reales por más perversos o puros que estos sean. Soy joven e inteligente, probablemente con el pasar de los años veo muchas aspectos de ella reflejados en mí. Ambas somos diferentes, pero cuando ella canta, cuando puedo leer todo lo que ella anhelaba, sus pasiones, siento que me estoy mirando a los ojos
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Quiero que todo sea calma y pasión. Amor, soledad. Muchas cosas que muy en el fondo, me hacen feliz, aunque no lo admita y aveces lo quiera gritar. Amor, otras mil veces más.
Aferrarse con toda el alma a la tristeza nunca ha sido el problema, es pureza. El alma quiere liberarse pero no siempre es fácil y está bien. Rechazarla no te libera. Si la abrazas, tal vez en el fondo, te sonría. La tristeza nos sonríe a ambas y tal vez nunca nos terminemos de liberar."
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"What Amy Winehouse means to me is something ain’t sure how to explain. It has happened to me a few times in my life, somehow I’m sure is love. It shakes me like nothing else and makes me see that my feelings are real no matter how wicked or pure they may be. I am young and intelligent, probably over the years I see many aspects of her reflected in me. We are both different. But when she sings, when I can read everything she longed for, her passions, I feel that I am looking into my eyes.
I want everything to be calm.
Love, loneliness. Many things that deep down, make me happy, although I do not admit and sometimes I want to scream. Love, another thousand times more. Passion.
To cling with all the soul to sadness has never been the problem, it is purity. The soul wants to get free but it is not always easy and thats alright. Rejecting it does not free you. If you hug her, maybe in the background, she'll smile at you. Sadness smiles at both of us and we may never get rid of it."
