Maledetto Ti Amo

A slight disorder of feelings, like a suitcase packed in a hurry for a one-way trip. All around are dead-end streets, a neighbour with whom you exchange smiles, and inside, a strange oscillation between ‘I feel good’ and ‘I feel ashamed.’ The words sound like an unsent letter: a little laughter, a little melancholy, a lot of uncertainty.

The music rustles like sand underfoot by the sea, where we never made it to. It's all about that strange ‘I love you, but I can't’ feeling, when home is not a place, but a person who is constantly changing course. And in this gentle foolishness, acknowledged aloud, there is a sense of warmth: as if even the most complicated romance can sound like a summer song.