How many times overwhelmed by the weight of haste we let ourselves be trapped and invert the values of loving for desire, subjecting our lives to the whim of a night, which not even in the most hidden memory of our mind is going to stay.
We forget the joy of finding a loved one who gives us all his master, and who in a single glance guesses in our face any discomfort.
May it enter our memory and become the most divine memory, even if one day its presence is lacking
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