MODERN TIMES OF VIRTUAL DIALOGUE OLD HAND WRITTEN LETTERS IN ...

MODERN TIMES OF VIRTUAL DIALOGUEOLD HAND WRITTEN LETTERS IN ...
" It opens the mail brought by couriers . Invoices card bills, phone bills , light , water , practicalities , urgencies of life , banalities of everyday ...No card . No letter (do not write more letters ? ) That tell you that a flower was born on asphalt , there is no chemical weapons in Syria, which no young person was killed in cracks in the streets and corners of life ...He has only even pay those bills , charges and compulsory easier to pay than others, those who charge us a courage that still need to invent " Source - Ivonete Avila De Lima

I mean who still write letters , but now , the update media scanned . If chronic catapulted into almost daily .Simple as that ...However , those old handwritten and still keep longing.Do not spend more ink ballpoint pen , since, besides southpaw , my handwriting is a shame !Below is my reflection about the letters written from the heart :
ANTIQUE MIND BRILLIANT MIND

Warm words filled long thrilled letters 

In the beginning was the word . Warm words filled proparoxítonas (long) thrilled letters . Arrows of cupid leaked hearts interspersed with separated geographies .In the long period of twenty days corresponded eager , young hands temperate passion and dream. What is infinite love , while it lasts. For being called lets not perennial. What a pity!
Passed... Passed a thousand and one nights , thousands ! Stars twinkled in the sky , making their pilgrimage , in routine cosmic path of San Tiago .We deliver the weapons that allowed us to live the heat of verbal battleschallenges in scaling peaks of affection , for what?Do not we deserve more .Or ropes or links, even to the rock hooks mooredsolid - feeling LOVE .The Earth has made many of their revolutions , graying my head , but preserving sensitive and brilliant mind, brain donated by GOD.That IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD ...
Taking the ball of my life , ever closer to the end of the game( this is unforgiving to all creatures ) , I realize that I have lived here , without many heavy defeats opponents . Little money , but with health and luck.I'm happy , I'm not rich, thrived . A king without a queen and no reign . Beloved yes , three sons sign below. Cuca cool , airy mind , as strong winds blow (or whisper poetic ideas ? ) Promoting fantastic trips , breathtaking itineraries , brokered by robust thoughts , recorded in the logbook, currently stored in a speedy and abundant micro computer, this guy named PC .

Virtual same , the cascade was susceptible of impressions castings - drops of tenderness , as in the letters of a Marilia and her Dirceu , an Abelard and Heloise its desired .

Where have been the letters to shelter from the past ? The romantic , fragrant , hair and even the beloved ones , ah! With crimson lipstick kiss sealed ?Turned to dust , moth-eaten modernity .Travestiram in text short dress , woven at the speed of light, dragonfly fleeting . Your electronic speech is hollow without echo or refreshment to our well listen. Has more yet ...The fast and frenetic pace cripples the mother tongue , tramples the lexicon .And the bland flavor of the arguments intoxicates writing .The maximum is : Time is Money , be brief ! Same thing : be brief !For me , verbose assumed , nothing easy , not easy !What is worse, for this long-winded chronicler:Few respond , in the bustle of everyday life .
" Oh, what I have missedThe dawn of my life ,From my childhood sweetheartThat the years bring no more!What love , what dreams , what flowers " Source - Casimiro de Abreu- Brazilian poet
Apart , separated by geographies without internet link , or email , hearts interspersed forward real and affectionate letter , envelope wrapped up in yellow green, blue and white stripe , written as: Par Avion ! Contained the sustained and exciting feeling, added to a stamp that flew on the wings of CAN - National Air Mail .Days passed and rested for granted ( RA - return receipt requested ) at physical address , the gallant letter writer or muse that both inspired and sighed .Virtual same , the cascade was susceptible of impressions castings - drops of tenderness , as in the letters of a Marilia and her Dirceu , an Abelard and Heloise its desired .

Where have been the letters to shelter from the past ? The romantic , fragrant , hair and even the beloved ones , ah! With crimson lipstick kiss sealed ?Turned to dust , moth-eaten modernity 

Letters thrilled filled by warm words proparoxítonas , long,which cupidity arrows , hearts and minds separated leaked ...