I love the moonlight.

I love the view from this balcony.

I love the deep eyes of an entire year.

I love the distant sound of a daytime landscape,

life flows through our veins,

the wind rustles against our backs.

I love the Italian color of your voice.

I love the modulations of incandescent frequencies, their burning.

I love this recording, an evening spent together, I drape myself in it as I pass by, I envelop its elegance.

I love writing ephemeral correspondence.

Disappearance then touched in the heart of a step aside.

I love children's stories.

I love the gaze caught in the present.

I love the light of the night before.

I love turning off the light of a day,too early, too late, too loud, too much.

Again and separate at the end of this street.

Find each other, laugh, cry, inspire each other, let go,reread each other, listen to each other, love each other.

Go deep into a forest,

come back.

Transformed.