No-one sends letters anymore...
Now the space which used to be occupied
By bunches and bunches of yellowish pages,
Lies empty in the drawers...
Words are written and sent
And read, and forgotten
In a split second,
Losing the emotion that the expectation
Used to cause.
No-one sends letters anymore,
Every question is quickly answered,
Leaving no space for imagination
And the sweet anxiety
Which would send shivers up and down our spine.
Everyone is in a hurry,
The feelings run on the surface
Of shallow hearts,
Never going too deep,
Never travelling too far!