Meet ELISE BAUMAN. Originally from Canada, Elise moved to New York City to study acting at Circle in the Square Theatre School where she performed in many plays. After graduating, she returned to the stage in Toronto where she earned rave reviews for her performance in Red One Theatre Collective’s The Skriker, by Caryl Churchill. Since then, she was cast as the lead role in a Canadian web series #Carmilla and starred in the feature film, #AlmostAdults. Last year, she started collaborating with @ellevanmusic and released songs through Bandcamp.com. We are please to have @baumanelise as a guest on Rapping with Actors, premiering next week on @tv1Toronto. [x]

E se eu te falar que estou com medo, você vem me proteger dos males? Se eu falar que choro a noite, você vem enxugar minhas lágrimas? Se eu disser que preciso do seu abraço, você cruza o mundo só pra me dar? Se eu cair, me levanta? Se eu pedir que vá embora, você fica? Se eu não falar contigo o dia todo, puxa qualquer assunto? E se num ataque de histeria eu falar coisas que não devia, dá para não se zangar? Se eu começar a me afastar, segura meu braço bem forte e não me deixa ir? E se você começar a se afastar de mim, permita que eu te segure? Se eu for falar algo, nem que seja palhaçada, não me ignore? Se eu falar pra confiar em mim, confia de verdade, não minta nem omita? E quando eu disser que te amo, por favor, demonstre que me ama também? Talvez você não cumpra tudo o que pedi, mas espero mesmo que não me deixe ficar sem você, que não desista de mim.
—  Epístolas para Ben.
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I folded the letter carefully, and sealed it in the envelope. Eventually he would find it. I only hoped he would understand, and listen to me just this once. And then I carefully sealed away my heart.

Wake me up at 3am just to tell me that I’m not close enough. Wake me again at 7am because we need to get ready for the day. Once more at 7:15 because we both know I don’t do mornings. Tell me about the dream you had last night while we have toast and orange juice. I’m tired as hell but I hear and feel every single word that you say. Ask me how I slept because you feel like you’ve been talking for too long. My answer is always the same when you ask, sleeping next to you is heavenly. Apologize for waking me up at 3 while I assure you that it’s okay and that I’m so glad that you did, then rally in your stubborn persistence the notion that it was out of line. Start explaining how wrong it was. You won’t get very far into your rant because I need to kiss you. Not only to stop you from being ridiculous but because I love you so much more than I can express with words. So please, wake me up at 3am so I can pull you closer and kiss you softly. “I love you endlessly” will be my sleepy response each time; as those four words are the only ones that can even come close to explaining my feelings for you.
—  I love you a lot