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PIAF Édith (1915-1963).
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PIAF Édith (1915-1963).
L.A.S. "Edith", Hollywood July 1, 1955, to Jacques PILLS| 2 pages in-4 on Château Marmont letterhead.
Beautiful love letter from La Môme to her husband back in France.
"Mon petit chéri, Te voilà parti à redire des bêtises, que si je ne t'aime plus que je te dis, mais comment veux-tu que je te dis une chose qui n'existe pas, c'est impossible, je t'aime petit bonhomme et je ne veux jamais te faire la moindre peine, savoir tes yeux triste m'empêcherait de vivre, you can't know how much you're in my heart, I feel like I know you inside out, you're like my kid and when you hurt I feel sick in my stomach, exactly in my guts like a mother must feel for her kid, so don't say stupid things to me anymore! In a few days you'll be going to London and as you'll be busy with your rehearsals you won't have time to have nasty thoughts!
Tonight I'm going to dinner at Gingers Roger's and I'll tell you all about it, in any case, she told me on the phone to give you all her regards.
If I had five thousand dollars, I'd turn down Mexico City and spend a month with you before Versailles, but alas, not only do I not have it, but I'm still wondering (even if I do Mexico City) how I'll get to Versailles... well...
God is here and will surely work a miracle, as he is wont to do!
My love, I'm going to leave you, see you tomorrow! We still don't have any sun... I'll remember America this time, what a bore! I kiss you, my darling, with all my soul that belongs to you.
Your little wife who loves you so much. Edith."
L.A.S. "Edith", Hollywood July 1, 1955, to Jacques PILLS| 2 pages in-4 on Château Marmont letterhead.
Beautiful love letter from La Môme to her husband back in France.
"Mon petit chéri, Te voilà parti à redire des bêtises, que si je ne t'aime plus que je te dis, mais comment veux-tu que je te dis une chose qui n'existe pas, c'est impossible, je t'aime petit bonhomme et je ne veux jamais te faire la moindre peine, savoir tes yeux triste m'empêcherait de vivre, you can't know how much you're in my heart, I feel like I know you inside out, you're like my kid and when you hurt I feel sick in my stomach, exactly in my guts like a mother must feel for her kid, so don't say stupid things to me anymore! In a few days you'll be going to London and as you'll be busy with your rehearsals you won't have time to have nasty thoughts!
Tonight I'm going to dinner at Gingers Roger's and I'll tell you all about it, in any case, she told me on the phone to give you all her regards.
If I had five thousand dollars, I'd turn down Mexico City and spend a month with you before Versailles, but alas, not only do I not have it, but I'm still wondering (even if I do Mexico City) how I'll get to Versailles... well...
God is here and will surely work a miracle, as he is wont to do!
My love, I'm going to leave you, see you tomorrow! We still don't have any sun... I'll remember America this time, what a bore! I kiss you, my darling, with all my soul that belongs to you.
Your little wife who loves you so much. Edith."