Il brivido della vita

Sometimes all you need is to feel life breathing again. Even if it's a little on the edge, with guilt on my shirt and a stupid smile on my face. When every mistake feels like a celebration, and every loss is a reason to pour another glass. The world spins like a roulette wheel, and all the bets are on black again, not out of greed, but simply for the tingling sensation that blood is still coursing through your veins. There's a touch of madness in that, that sweet itch when you want to get burned to make sure: yes, you're alive. Love at crossroads, friendship in glasses, freedom on the edge of exhaustion. And maybe you don't need to look for meaning; it's enough to allow yourself to be perfectly silly just once, because that's where the real, honest thrill of life, the shiver of life, is hidden.