My dear...
At this moment when the radio does a favor to my soul and broadcasts Mozart's clarinet quintet, at this moment when even the thieves of the dead would show respect, bowing reverently their heads before the sacredness of my need for you, at this moment then I want to send you a letter. Even though you said you never want to see me again, not even in a painting!
This letter will be strange. Because it will contain my heart. Only. Not my thoughts. Much less, not my body. It will have my heart beating in your pocket, and you will shiver as it reminds you of Sunday mornings in the same white bed. When you placed your ear on my chest to listen to my longing for you. Back then, that woman of fire was for that man of rain the Darda of his dreams, the joyful land of his childhood musings.
But beware! For you, I am now a letter. Do not keep me inside the drawer of your mind and forget me as people forget whatever once benefited them. Salivate me and send me further, to someone else. To someone whose heartbeats will set the rhythm of a new beginning.
Yours,
(for how much longer...)
Seven important texts from seven well-known authors who accepted the challenge to write a letter in memory of another era, an era when e-mails
and SMS have replaced the charming off-white sheets of letter writing.
