One hundred years ago there was love, the same love as today.
Everything around was different: the houses, the streets, the very first cars, the clothes. Not love, love was always the same.
Blinding like the sun, as exciting as the glow of a sunrise and a sunset that lasts only a few moments.
Hold on tight without talking, hiding from the cold or trying to ignore the summer heat.
The power of a moment like that of the sun, which dazzles and covers everything around. What you look at disappears and you get lost in your inner heat.
You stare at it and it talks to you about you. It talks to you about the world you will discover, the roads you will travel alone, the roads you will travel together in an explosion of thousands of colors.
Staying awake all night long enjoying a breath-taking spectacle, and then rushing to "imprison a ray of its light embraced by its colored matter".
A way of saying without saying, a wonderful place to reach on a very special occasion.
