I write as if this land were a person.

It is now ten years since the very first time and you have turned me on like nothing else has managed to do.

I have met many other personalities before and since, accents, cultures, traditions and of course colours, many have left a great gift in my heart, a mark in my soul and vivid memories, but to this day you are still my irreplaceable great love.

I set my sights on you and got to know you, at first without delving very deeply, but letting myself be inspired to see how far you would take me, and like any self-respecting beginning, I saw the positives, the wonders embedded in and belonging to your nature, without too many external influences…

Yet, over the years I have seen how many eyes you have drawn to yourself, you have let yourself be influenced a little, you have been abused from the beginning of time, eroded by others and by those who have no respect for who you are.

I felt annoyed when I saw you surrounded by too many people and made a boast just to talk about it, one among many…. But you are not one among many, you are one among rare, for me, being biased, you are unique.

I looked up and you gave me the most extraordinary night of my life, I looked down and you broke my breath with your vulnerability and your being exactly the way you are, with all the scars the world has inflicted on you and those that have happened to you simply because you are what you are.

You have known various stages of my existence, we have seen each other a few times but each time is like the first.

I marvel at your positive sunny days and get scared during the negative ones, in those full of unrelenting storms.

I have introduced you to some of the people who are most important to me and you have managed to bewitch them too, others you have met without me and they carry you in their hearts, just as many hear me talk about you so obsessively that they have often expressed a desire to meet you.

I hope that time and the world will never scratch you too much and that your being alone will preserve you from malignant eyes, I hope that whoever you meet will know how to respect you and will be able to be inspired to such an extent that you will also influence their reality and the earth on which you walk.

You are home without being home, you bring out the best in me and my hope is to continue visiting you, adoring you as on the first day and keeping alive that ideal love that only distance can give.

Þetta reddast :)

From Italy, with love.

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