Mlle Mathilde
A letter to myself
To my future self ,
you wrote this letter some years ago , do you still remember ?
It was an autumnal afternoon and you were sitting on the bed just in front of the window .It was quite cold and the fountain pen was like ice in your fingers.
I hope the time has been kind to you , Mathilde .
I can't predict what your life is like but I hope it is like the one you have imagined writing this letter . No big events or extraordinary fortunes but a life like a clear day , you know , when the sunlight is warm but not hot and the shadows are gentle . A house with a little garden to have the possibility to stare a may-beetle reaching the top of a flower and all the walls covered with your books , your Love in it and childrens for telling them not the secrets of life ..., you will never know them , but all the wonderful little things that you have always liked . In this moment you love to watch the sky at the end of the day when still there is a bit of light , talk with the ceiling , smile to strangers that are closed behind a window , take a picture of you and then ask yourself a question about .
I wonder if you are still making all these things .
I hope .
Please remember that you wanted to learn from your experiences and that you wrote this letter to help remind you of those times .
Always.
Take care of yourself till the end .
Your younger self,
Mathilde
October 20 , 2007
A letter to myself
To my future self ,
you wrote this letter some years ago , do you still remember ?
It was an autumnal afternoon and you were sitting on the bed just in front of the window .It was quite cold and the fountain pen was like ice in your fingers.
I hope the time has been kind to you , Mathilde .
I can't predict what your life is like but I hope it is like the one you have imagined writing this letter . No big events or extraordinary fortunes but a life like a clear day , you know , when the sunlight is warm but not hot and the shadows are gentle . A house with a little garden to have the possibility to stare a may-beetle reaching the top of a flower and all the walls covered with your books , your Love in it and childrens for telling them not the secrets of life ..., you will never know them , but all the wonderful little things that you have always liked . In this moment you love to watch the sky at the end of the day when still there is a bit of light , talk with the ceiling , smile to strangers that are closed behind a window , take a picture of you and then ask yourself a question about .
I wonder if you are still making all these things .
I hope .
Please remember that you wanted to learn from your experiences and that you wrote this letter to help remind you of those times .
Always.
Take care of yourself till the end .
Your younger self,
Mathilde
October 20 , 2007