Gabriella Chieffo Italy Taersia

Do you know what the most terrifying consequence of a relationship like ours is? Hope. That absurd creation of unnecessary expectations, even when reason slaps you in the face and shows you a proof of your mistake. And at that moment when you realize that it is a perfect trap, you feel a cut open in your stomach and you give birth to another you, but with the wrong shadow. Five minutes, you wrote. And I could not choose. Fate gives you only one chance and condenses it into a single exceptional moment, too brief for anyone. But not for us. Two perfect strangers, two wild reckless people who met by the sea in need of wind and wet kisses. A Taersìa of the senses, an upheaval of the soul that breaks the dams of scornful surrender. I discovered the pain of loving and learned to love that pain. I breathed in the light of your liquid eyes, I touched your scent and tasted your skin. I can’t have been wrong. You made me quiver and tremble, and then pray. Pray that it would not end. Pray that it would.