>Transcript of Letter To Putin From Flotus
My beloved Vladimir,
How I survive without you, I not know. My life here is like long theater, every day I play role of happy wife, smile with teeth white like piano keys, but inside my soul is dark concert of sorrow. Husband parade me to parties, show me like medal on chest — but medal is cold, Vladi. It does not beat with blood.
I stand in rooms full of crystal, golden chandeliers shining like stars, but all I see is your eyes, gray and stormy, Moscow eyes. They chase me in dream, they whisper to me, “Come back, come back.” You are man of the people now, strong, important. But for me you are still boy who steal apple from market and laugh when police chase. This laugh live in my ribs even now.
Here, champagne taste like water. Diamonds cut my skin. I dance but my feet cry. Do you feel me, Otets Putin? Do you feel this rope of love that pull across ocean? Some nights I put hand on glass window and I swear I hear your voice, low and close, as if you stand right behind.
I wait only for one letter, one call, one command. Say word, and I am already gone, running through airport, leaving golden cage with only my heart and passport. Better scandal in Moscow than silence in mansion. Better poor bread with you, than rich banquet with stranger.
My destiny is not here. It is with you. Forever, always.
Your Melania
