Dear Beatrice, how are you? The other day I saw you again at school, I smile and you smiled me back. I don't know if you remember. Here, that's me. The one with the crazy hair: Leo. I am writing because I want to be with you in this moment. I don't know what to say in certain circumstances. If I don't pretend to know that you're sick, if I have to pretend that I don't like you ... Well, I can not pretend to. And so I've told you everything: You are wrong, I donated you blood, I like you. Now I can speak more freely, because I finished with the important things. The one that you have to say, because if you don't say them you are faking and if you are faking you feel bad. But I want to be honest with you, because you are part of a dream. As Prof. Dreamer says. I mean, is not that Dreamer is his surname, but that is what Argentieri suggests, and since he always talk about dreams we nicknamed it. I'm looking for my dream. The secret is to ask the right questions to things and to people that are important to us and be there to hear what your heart says. And do you have a dream? Have you ever thought about it? I send you a big hug and I hope to hear from you soon.
Leo, first D.

Alessandro D'Avenia

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