Lettere

March 12, 2024

My love,

In these days of darkness many came to comfort me. Some out of love, some out of compassion, some out of guilt because their thought or their actions touched us.

I undestood these days that people feel comfort in misery because life can show cruelty and ripe a dream showing no exceptions. Infinite pain no risk required.

No matter. The fact remains. Our time is written. Our life is written. Not even death can take that away from us. Not even death can take away that we were the one the life of the other.

Your wife.

(Lettere.)

a Luca)