160 characters to say a lot or so little. Farewell spaces and literary punctuation.
Illogical in a single logical one to add even a word. So goodbye “YOU” and long live to “U” and still, with a bit of imagination and complicity can we win a couple of letters by inventing abbreviations whose meaning has no meaning except for them. And, you might say, all this does it make sense?
All senses wide-awaked to identify the beep so similar to other tones, and yet! This one is much different. It has the sound of the pocket of the bag, the thickness of the sweater which covers it while it is hooked to the waistband of the pants. It was chosen from among a selection offered and attached to a particular number: his own.
All senses wide-awaked to capture the vibration of the object become as important as the keys of the house, because it is the key to a different continuity, new, almost essential. It is like a latent presence without being heavy because it is wanted, desired, accepted: his own.
Object of our century, champion of the communication in all directions, of the image without limit, without shame. Lovers find in it a hiding place for their " I love you ", "I miss you" without which they would not be able to feel the excitement of the secret, their secret, that of the depth of their feeling, from construction to day-to-day of their passion, the strength of the bond that unites them and that is called Love.
Small screen, small space to accommodate a little bit of their privacy, from this soft and silky cocoon in which they are just at home. Multi-coloured bubble that they create as soon as their eyes meet, their eyes speak, their fingers intertwined.
Limited storage capacity, the limit is reached, it is necessary to remove, but which re-read, choose, click, delete, sigh. The new one can then come to unveil its letters stitched into phonemes, abbreviations, shortcuts, distance diminished by a sudden acceleration of the heartbeat, with the breath retained, with an "I'm here" or "I arrive", which already feels so good the smell of his skin, the softness of his lips, the warmth of his hands in which your own slip after the delivery of this essential accessory, this link insubstantial that connects your thoughts while your bodies lust after the other.