English Version | Open letter

If love letters are no longer written, read those that have been immortalized in pages yellowed by time and erased here and there by tears and emotions. Celebrate the calligraphy that made us believe in happy endings again and cherish the heartbreaks that, in writing or by voice, made us suffer and grow. Dear love (self, greatest, ever, forever), I love you and I hate you and I adore you and I despise you… but I love you. You put me down as many times as you made me get up, but the lifting was always greater than the falling. And, therefore, I hope you well, huge, gigantic, overflowing. Always yours, your love. Of my life. Platonic. Of books and passionate letters.

Translated from the original in The Love & Hope Issue, published December 2023. Full stories and credits in the print issue.