Sin: Un Amor

One Tuesday, a letter arrived. It wasn't the usual thin, blue aerogramme. It was a package, heavy and smelling faintly of a perfume Mateo hadn't encountered in decades. Inside was a digital recorder and a handwritten note:

"It’s a true song," he had replied. "It says that without love, the soul dies of grief. I think I’ve only just started living tonight." Sin un Amor

“Sin un amor, no se puede vivir…” (Without a love, one cannot live…) One Tuesday, a letter arrived