| 1.1 |
it takes two to be happy. |
| 1.2 |
happy is made of smiles, of laughs, of play, of fun; |
| 1.2.1 |
of tender kisses under the november moon and sweaty nights under the august sun; |
| 1.2.2 |
of frosty fingers under cuddly winter blankets and of hunting butterflies in the skies of spring. |
| 1.3 |
there is no such thing as a sad day. |
| 1.3.1 |
the sad moments are when love and friendship grow; |
| 1.3.2 |
the sudden burst of tears is as important as the sudden bout with laughter |
| 2. |
i am myself. |
| 2.1 |
grew up in europe, between castles and design furniture. |
| 2.1.1 |
rome is the most wondersome city. |
| 2.2 |
know a lot of things i cannot use, and still seek those i need. |
| 2.3 |
intelligence and wit and humor and creativity. |
| 2.3.1 |
i cannot live without sharing the things we have learned; without learning. |
| 2.4 |
experiencing, moving, seeking, desiring. |
| 2.4.1 |
i cannot live without doing – be it riding my bike, hiking up the mountains, traveling to distant places or what you have. |
| 2.5 |
i am and i am not. |
| 2.5.1 |
the day you think you have figured me out, i am all different again. |
| 2.5.1.1 |
this is true for everything except for the continuity of my affection and love |
| 2.5.1.2 |
it is true for sex, too. |
| 2.6 |
will you like me? |
| 2.6.1 |
italian looks, athletic build, quite hairy and masculine. you choose. |
| 3. |
are you the sun or the moon or the stars in the sky? |
| 3.1 |
to me, you will be all. |
| 3.1.1 |
no matter what role you will have in my life, no matter what role i will have in yours. |
| 3.2 |
be all to yourself. |
| 3.2.1 |
there should be no thing you wouldn’t want to explore. |
| 3.2.2 |
i want to be able to do everything with you. |
| 3.3 |
demand much; give much. |
| 3.3.1 |
don’t forget life is short. |
| 3.3.2 |
don’t forget life is short. |
| 3.4 |
how will you look like? |
| 3.4.1 |
do i really have no fetish? |
| 3.4.2 |
whatever you look like, i will find you attractive if your heart is open. |
| 3.4.2.1 |
as long as you can chase me around the hills of Tuscany on your bike, that is… |
| 4. |
a day together is a day of joy. |
| 4.1 |
waking up and listening to the silent presence of my man next to me makes me shudder with joy. |
| 4.2 |
feeling his skin under my fingers sends thunderbolts through my spine. |
| 4.3 |
throwing bread crumbs over the table and not worrying about the coffee spills; |
| 4.3.1 |
there is no life without spills. |
| 4.4 |
the beach, the bike ride, the trip to the hot spring. |
| 4.5 |
visiting home, visiting friends, finding new friends together. |
| 4.6 |
working for a living. |
| 4.7 |
love is marvelous, friendship irreplaceable. |
| 4.7.1 |
the blinking light of the answering machine can be joy. |
| 4.7.2 |
there are lots of things you can do in an elevator that is stuck; |
| 4.7.2.1 |
we shouldn’t think of sitting on the floor and wait. |
| 5. |
i am a fool. |
| 5.1 |
worse, i am a romantic fool. |
| 5.2 |
and i love it. |
