johnnydelasoul:

There was an old and solitary man who spent most of his time in bed. There were rumors that he had a treasure hidden in his house. One day some thieves broke in, they searched everywhere and found a chest in the cellar. They went off with it and when they opened it they found that it was filled with letters.

They were the love letters the old man had received all over the course of his long life. The thieves were going to burn the letters, but they talked it over and finally decided to return them.

One by one. One a week. Since then, every Monday at noon the old man would be waiting for the postman to appear. As soon he saw him, the old man would start running and the postman, who knew  all about it, held the letter in his hand. And even St. Peter could hear the beating of that heart, crazed with joy at receiving a message from a woman.

- Eduardo Galeano “Book of Embraces