Australian Dream.

From Marty to Jesse.

That's the way I do by now.
When Bo's closes I wait patiently for Jesse's first mail as he cones to work.
I have to manage through the differents hours of the world. One goes to bed when the other one wakes up. I am stuck in the middle.
Not easy though communicating with Jesse as it is evening hours for me, time for dinner and TV watching along with my dear Laure's phone call.
Marty is nice considering I am a regular listener to be treated that way. He played three songs in a row for Mary who is listening over in France. But no answer to my questions and I feel sad when he leaves Bo's. Where are the times gone when he would wave his hand at the camera as if he wanted to take mine on saying good-bye...
Where are all those moments I cherished gone?
It is as if it was taken for granted he was with me in thoughts, without having the need to tell anymore. Doubts are gnawing at me so much.
I don't trust you Marty as I used to.
I listened to the songs you edited on going.
I am puzzled. They were rather sweet , less hard rocks as days ago.
It is almost as before, when you would stay listening to what you call "cheesy songs".
You edited songs I had requested during the party and ,again you played "You're Beautiful". That one had been our song for months in 2005 and ealy 2006. Then you stopped playing it to turn to "Love Generation" and "From Paris to Berlin".
Strange, now you chose "I Want You" by the same group instead, as a requested song for me.
I heard a new a song telling of roses and you wanted to play a song which is a favorite of yours before leaving. I listened carefully: " you're far away and I'd like you to come and cry out on my shoulder".
Well, Tennant Creek could be said to be far away from the Alice...
But , onthe other hand, I called you for help and you never answer my mails. Not a word concerning the Xmas present. Not a thank you.
Then, I consider I don't mean much to you by now.
Jesse scared me a bit again saying about his hard erectionof yesterday morning and how he would like me in his bed to satisfy me sexually. He added joking this time.
He knows he is scaring me. He is more cautious though and doesn't call me his love any longer. I am his dear Mary.
He said he wil be always there any time I want to speak. He said it was an honor for him to have me as a friend. He is suffering not having a woman by his side. he seems such a loving father and must have quite a hard time raising them alone.
He spoke of me to his kids, but no, Dear Jesse, this not a good idea to fancy the both of us bathing naked into the sea them watching.
I need your sweet words Jesse.They soothe my pain.
Of course, I will be with you again later on in the day.
The fade roses are still in the vase. I can't resolve on throwing them away.