My dear old friend,
You that never betray me,
you that never lose a word of what I say and remember everything always,
you that remind me the things I have to do and where I have to go,
you that during the night listen to my fears and make yours my thoughts
You, that read me books and magazines without tiring,
You, that allow me to listen to the music that I like so much
For you, that in exchange for all this have always asked very little in return,
now I feel I have to thank you for the hard work you have always done for me.
I also feel the need to apologize for all the times I mishandled you and thinking only for myself I made you work non-stop, ignoring your request for rest and your desperate cries.
My heart cries out for you, when I think that soon I will be forced to ask you to step aside, because the world has decided that you are old, out of date, and not useful anymore.
Oh how wrong people who think so are! They don’t even realize that you may indeed still make many others happy.
My dear, faithful recorder,
instead of you and your precious cassettes, there are now complicated MP3 players and computers, that I do not like and that I cannot even handle.
In these last times it’s difficult to find cassettes to feed you, since they don’t make them anymore. So sooner or later you will starve of hunger. There are no doctors willing to cure you when your mechanism brakes down due to my mishandling of your keyboard, and so you will die a painful death. With you a little of my heart will also die.
However you will work for a long time yet. Thankfully in spite of your old age you’re still healthy and I still have a bit of food to get by. This is thanks to my foresight that I have in my store room many cassettes with the idea that sooner or later they would come in handy. You have been eating these for the last year, but I am aware that sooner or later my store room will be empty. I will be with you till the bitter end and feed you the last bit of tape I can get my hands on.
Then, inevitably, we will have to part and it will not be a farewell for good, it will be a simple goodbye.
I will lay you with care in my cupboard inside a nice and suitable case, so that you can be very comfortable, sometimes I will take you out to touch once more your painful keys and who knows, I may ask you to play once again an old song or tell me one of the many things I talked to you about.
Hold on!!
April 15, 2013 by 2 Comments
About MauroI am a scribbler of my far away memories. I am Italian and when I was little I landed up with my family in South Africa, where I remained until I was 22 years old. Then I came back to Italy, where I live. Writing life stories about myself and to share them with who desires to read them, helps me to tackle the hardships of life! [Read More]
I got my inspiration for this website from the song called “Imagine”, and so I decided to go on this adventure. I have always wanted to put up something like this where my friends and I could express our memories and dreams for the future. Share them with us, because if many people dream the same dream it will certainly come true.
That sounds so sad, I’ll try and find some food for your faithful tape recorder so that you can enjoy taping a little longer. I still have some with old songs I taped when I was younger. If they still work, I will gladly part with them. Huge Hugs Sera
Oh dear, that’s bad. Got some tapes too and an identical recorder for you. When we visit next time I’ll bring them along with pleasure.