NO-ONE SENDS LETTERS ANYMORE

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!