I take some air, looking from a balcony that opens up a night of almost summer. The moon is just in front of me, almost entirely lit by a hidden sun. It 'was this little outdoor space to persuade me to make me fall in love with this I really feel that now my home. A view that is projected on a part of town that is familiar to me, in the district where I grew up. Now I look at the same point that often admired when I passed by below. The light of my office is the same warm and subtle glow that I had bewitched the first time. The same light that I still see from afar. I close my eyes, the air tastes of the sea, distant music. Return to the home while someone looks up at me. Maybe it must be thinking same as I thought until a few months ago. This thought makes me smile. I look around and check that everything is alright. Eventually you'll see the house where I live, the house that I have redesigned and arranged almost like a small poster of what I became. I cooked for you, set with wine glasses and lit some candles. I wanted this moment for too long and now I'm here waiting for you. The moon continues to look at that window. Maybe he wants to spy on me, maybe she wants to be enchanted in front of your eyes, maybe wants to feel like I feel every time you smile at me grimacing.
A noise interrupted my thoughts: the intercom ...
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