Roberto Cavalli

391. Summer memories…

Roberto Cavalli391. Summer memories…

I’m eighteen… I’m young… I’m in love with Silvanella… she fills all my dreams…

Finally I find the courage and in the most obvious and ridiculous way I pay a compliment to her dog… she smiles… incredibly I am not stuttering anymore. I ask her name… we speak, timidly, and the words come out spontaneously… light as feathers…

I look at her and I smile, I’m happy, it’s all new to me. Until then girls have filled my head with a thousand thoughts… now it’s different. When I look at her I have an unexpected feeling… I’m in love…

Silvanella becomes the girl of my dreams. Our date, the first one, is on a Sunday in a church on the Lungarno. The first kiss comes only after months of walking, shared confidences and small complicities.

Summer is coming and she leaves for her holidays at the seaside… I don’t have much money but with my small savings I buy a kind of American military tent at the market in San Lorenzo and hitchhike to meet Silvanella at the seaside…

I settle on the beach, I put up the tent and then, tired from the trip, I fall asleep… I wake up the next morning under a blazing sun, I have not rested much… but I’m too much in love and so nothing can stop me…

I can see Silvanella only from a distance and we can only talk in secret. Only after a couple of days does she manage to convince her mother to let her out for a couple of hours after dinner. We go to a concert… Peppino di Capri… and, to the sound of “Nun è peccato”, our lips touch. This kiss is completely different from anything I have experienced before. It is the realization of a dream…

Then everything becomes difficult. I’m not a straight A student, I don’t attend university… Silvanella’s parents put obstacles in the way of our love…

But I want to direct my life, I want to be the conductor of my dreams. I need to prove to everyone, and especially to myself, what I can do. I’m sure I’ll make it…

I want to bring back the smile to my mother when she speaks about me…
I want everyone to feel proud of me, and so my big adventure begins…

I LOVE YOU

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1 reply
  1. Carlo
    Carlo says:

    Storie d amore d altri tempi … sguardi … sorrisi appena accennati … timidezza.
    Mi scusi commendatore Cavalli … sono capitato nel suo blog quasi per caso cercando notizie del suo povero babbo ucciso dai nazisti e partigiano… mi creda … non avevo stima di certa gente del mondo dei sidetti vip… ma adesso è diverso.
    Buona fortuna.
    Carlo.

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