For me … love have always had a basic role … in my life.
To Love, have always been my way To Live with other people.
And just cause I loved so much different persons,
indeed,
what I really loved was love itself.

When it happened to me for the first time, I was 19.
She was beautiful, and young, even if our age was the same.
I still remember her eyes, when we made love for the first time.
Yes. Before that day, I was never loved by someone else, with body, and heart.

I lost her, and others like her in the next years,
cause even if I have always been a very good lover,
I never understood how to be loved by others.

Be loved… an art that is unknown to the more, and that now, finally, I’m starting to understand.

In that objective, finally, I see my rebirth.

Now,
that I blush when I look the moon in her eyes,
that I upset when the wind strokes me,
that I smile when the sun kisses me,
that I feel hedged in when I’m under a tree’s shadow
that I’m happy, when I make love with the sea.

Now,
I’m, ready to be loved.
Even by myself.