When I decided to talk about love, I knew it would not be easy.
Because love is a simple thing, yet inexplicable.
So I thought that we are what we choose to love and that love, maybe, cannot be defined because it’s what defines us.
I thought about my life, the people I love, the places that smell like home and those that are home. The hugs, the meetings, the magic of certain looks. The parentheses that open and then close, sometimes without a reason. The emotions under the skin, those that take your breath away and do not let you escape. Those that change your life. I thought about the little (and not negligible) moments of happiness that instead we neglect too often. About compromises and the depths of heart. About wounds, scars and cracks from which, in the end, the light always comes in, giving us a new beginning.
And so here I am, talking about love through what I love.
Because it’s the only way I know and perhaps the only way possible…
Chapter 1 – MARCH
Spring that suddenly explodes, as life does.
That precise day of March: Tuesday 29.
That precise time: 12:05pm.
Chapter 2 – NOWS
No matter that it is forever, as long as it is now. Because life, the real one is in the moments when your heart skips a beat. Life is now, and the right time to do whatever you want to do is always NOW.
Chapter 3 – MAGIC
The magic of things imperfect, of the pages of the books we read and that somehow talk about us, of that music that we always hear in our hearts. Of the things that make us complete. Of the roads that sometimes lead us the wrong way, yet always bring us home. The magic of certain bonds that are beyond all logic and defy temporal and spatial distance. The magic of the choices that make us be us. The magic between you and me. The magic of love.
Chapter 4 – STORIES
The stories hidden in people’s eyes. The ones you only meet by chance, in the street, in the subway, at the supermarket. The stories hidden in the little details, the ones that go unnoticed. Those hidden in words, those shouted, those whispered, those untold. Those that belong to silence, those that say more than what we can even think. Those that say it all.
Chapter 5 – THE FIRST TIMES
The first breath of my life.
The first kiss. The first coffee of the day.
The first day of school. The first exam.
The first step. The first trip.
The first scar. The first light.
The first poem I wrote.
The first photograph I took.
Chapter 6 – UNBALANCE
I love everything that unbalances me.
A gust of wind, a change of heart. All my mistakes and my contradictions.
Complications, the questions to which I can not give an answer.
All the unsolved problems that sooner or later will return to us and overturn everything again. Faults. And all the things that will never belong to us entirely.
Chapter 7 – STARS
My stars, my brightest light in the darkest night.
Chapter 8 – DREAMS
Those little precious dreams that we keep in a drawer.
Those that we find rumpled on the pillow, in the morning.
Those for which we fight every day and those that save our life.