TOLlora, people, let’s talk. Love. That film stuff that in real life turns into events from There is mail for you. Do you believe it again? I at times. Like when I find parking on the first shot in the center of Rome. That’s almost love. After all, love is a precarious balance: Disney princesses against Monday morning with the aforementioned socks.
When they ask me “Anto, do you believe in love?”, I think: “Of course, as in the Monday diet!”. The real one, who even makes you think of learning to iron, is a heroic undertaking. Type climbing the Everest in flip flops. And not just romantic love, eh. There is love for friendsthose who say “I’m fine”, ask you: “Yes, but what’s wrong?”. Those who hold your hand when your former photo post with the new flame and you are there to scream against the TV.
And the family? That is love that makes you want to escape on a desert islandbut then you also miss the most breaking relative. Infinite lunches: “When do you get married?”, And the aunt who asks you if you put on another kilos.
Antonella Baccaro (photo by Carlo Vangeri Gilbert).
But the real challenge is love for oneself. It is not selfishness, it is instinct for survival. If you can’t stand, who the hell should do it? Looking in the mirror, with cellulite and dark circles, and saying: “My laugh is better than that of Monica Bellucci!”. Perhaps. Love, in the end, is a comedy of art: drama, farce, laughter. A journey by train in third class: uncomfortable, strange, but with stories to tell and maybe a friend who passes your chips.
Dear you, don’t look for perfection. Look for laugh, the complicity, the courage to say: “I was wrong”. And the strength to say: “I’m right.” Love is not a romantic walk on the beach. It is an obstacle race, but in the end it’s worth it. Or at least, so they say. What do you think? Are you more from “And they lived happy and happy” or by “thank goodness that I have an aperitif?”.
Ps Dear/and all, it is hot and it is difficult to struggle. The text you read wrote the artificial intelligence in the style of a beloved beat. How about? Do you still prefer your artisan column? (I hope so). But above all: who is the beaten? Good mid -August in Mollo!
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