"La tomba ai mortali
di tutto è confine;
Non lagrima o fiore
avraì la mia fossa..."
La Traviata, atto III
Finally, after all this months, I was able to fall in love again, madly, as I used to. Finally, I could forget her and see there are many more girls in this world... I thought I was cured, and that I became normal again (whatever that means)... but I soonly found out thoughts of happiness don't last long.
The girl I'm in love with is so pretty, so sweet, there's something in her eyes that makes me feel so... peaceful. When she looks at me with those big eyes, I feel nothing else exists, I don't care about anything. Her lips are big, sweet, and my breath agitates and my heart shakes so violently, that I think it will explode.
But she's married, she's too young to be married, but she is. This is a cruel joke of the destiny, of god or of any other creature. Why, after all my pain was gone, another pain comes to my life? Why in this world I had to meet and love an impossible woman? Perhaps my destiny will be the same as Violetta's destiny, in la Traviata... Ah, gran Dio! Morir sì giovine!
