It took me a while to understand that it's more important for a woman to be happy than to be faithful. Because a happy woman doesn't betray you. A happy woman is always faithful. She doesn't need anything else. This also goes for men, but for them it's harder because they have to fight against the impulse of salvaging the species.
One day, though, the look of a stranger nails you to te wall. A person lightly brushes you and unexpectedly, in a moment, you avert a sensation never felt before in all your life. A feeling that almost scares you, more powerful than your certainties and your values, the same ones you've sustained and for which you've always fought for.
There are moments when life gives you moments of unexpected beauty. You stop doing something and you realize that around you everything is perfect, the gift of a less distracted God than usual. Everything seems sincere. The birth of a new life, the dawn of change, something deep or simply the confirmation of a love kept hidden, of a secret feeling, kept silently within us modestly or even the end of something, the end of a moment, of a difficult period always harder to sustain... when our short breaths end, giving way to a long and deep one that fills and empties the chest... in those moments I'm wanting for nothing...
We live a routine that can't produce a different result. If we're not happy today, we won't be so tomorrow. I have the feeling of consuming my life waiting for something that'll never happen.
The best way of knowing someone is seeing how they behave when they're completely free of choosing.
In a true love story, the person whom you're with is the best looking-glass to see your flaws and your limits.
Loving a lot or loving a little doesn't mean anything. You can only love or not love.
You need a lot of energy to invent a present when the future seems more of a menace than a hope.
Sometimes I thought that maybe that difference of mine from others may have been caused by a structural error. I mean, maybe, we're really different inside. As perception. I made these imaginary trips thinking that maybe what I called green for them was yellow. That maybe the taste I felt in eating pasta they felt by eating fish. That's why someone likes something and someone else likes something else. Simply because people feel different flavours. Then, maybe when someone says, I like fish, and someone else says, I like pasta, in reality they're talking about the same flavour. Once I got lost thinking that nothing tasted of anything until there was some sort of contact. That an apple didn't have a flavour of any sort until it meets the mouth that's biting it. From the meeting between the apple and the mouth is born flavour and so everyone of us in our lives creates different flavours... Like smells that change with the different skins. Everything is neutral. You give flavour to things, meeting them.
When you're with someone, you can't ask for a warranty, because you can't even ask yourself for one. Love is a risk that someone takes on. That's why true love is only for the courageous.