I’m going to get a little more serious in my tone and maybe even make it a little literary. Well… I seek in this great feeling the faith not in all that will one day be lost. The power, the possibility of love, the unquenchable desire for new dreams, bright and glorious. No, these are goals ephemeral and fleeting. I seek the twin soul as if I were Coelho’s alchemist. Because in the end, when you’re so old that from the hump your eyes will never look at the sky again, then only the soul remains. And if the soul has not been loved as passionately as if it were a god, then perhaps your love was not enough. So this is my summer love. This is how I feel now. Especially when I’m cooking chicken nuggets, my darling Glyceria.
