You'll probably never get this letter, Michael, I wrote you a hundred times before, knowing how I feel, I'll write a hundred more.
Every time your record's on, Michael, I close my eyes and sing along, dreaming you're singing to me.
Michael, I love you
I held the tears back long as I can. I'm sealing my feelings in this envelope, 'cause I wanna be more than just your number one fan.
I want to say so much more.
I am very slow in doing my love letters to you because I am ill since a long time and have, in addition, no possibilities for technical features to do my picture love letters.
Again and again, slow and always after a time, I look at my love letters. Listen to the music and hear the words of our own love-line. When finding that not all is as it should be, in its own heart point and also the heart point of the whole composition, the love letter could not speak out all what I wanted to say to you.
But all that problems cannot dishearten me. You are the Master of sounding air. Heart talking pictures and powerful lines.
Where I am helpless, you open your arms. And you finish, where I am not able to do!
November 19, 2012
January 1, 2013
There was a silent full house in Munich, when I went to my place. Last place in the middle of space.
I did not know what Life of Mr. Parker brings to me. It began Love.
When the last tone ended, the house was no more a cinema.