Hello, I committed a crime and each day is hard for me. I'm paying every day the price for this error I made. Many people condemn me. I'm condemned to an execution by injection. The little time that I still have, I want to devote myself to meeting new friends and trying to save my life.

Today is a special day, Friendship day... Do you think that if I'm condemned to die it's forbidden to me to have friends? Now I live a double sorrow here: My death sentence and a terrible emotional vacuum. I will not disavow the love which I receive through your messages of support or mails of my correspondents. But love, the true one, I would like so much to be loved... To receive words of love!

I would like to live a true love even if there is little chance that I can one day concretize it, but I'd like to feel what I read in novels: Palpitations, moist hands, to feel my heart tighten itself by discovering the letters that which you would write to me. It's a bottle that I send through the sea which I send today: To the one who will be sensitive to these words, to the one who would agree to open your heart to me and to fill mine with light, WRITE ME.......