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[...] It was 1978 and I was 17 years old. I travelled to Rome for my graduation trip and one evening. I met the most charming girl on the stairs of Piazza di Spagna, her name was Gigi.She was a beautiful dark­haired girl, that remind me of Claudia Cardinale.

 

I remember that we started to talk and we kissed for the first time on a bridge. I invited her to dinner with all my year savings, in a small terrace of a restaurant in the Trastavere neighbourhood. I loked straight to her eyes not being sure that she was staring at me. She was wearing a pair of black spectacles, I could perceive her eyes, the way they spilled over me a light lost in the dark night. I caressed her hand and I touched her lips with my finger. I touched the wet red, her fragrance of rain and fire. She caught my shoulder and I could see in that moment her blue, intense eyes... Unnameables.
 

We got up. She dropped a chair. We escaped running without paying. Flying like birds through the stone streets. We invented a new story. We hugged each other and I kissed her eyes. In that moment the sky of Rome fell down over us. With its big drops, spotting softly our faces with water. She started to run. She said goodbye in italian but I could not understand her. And she was already too far when I realized that her spectacles were on the ground beneath my feet. Her other eyes, now forever mine. [...]

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