Let's face it: the history of Italians is not teeming with fantastic dreams of love crowned ea Valentine's day it is right to remember that. But how could one do otherwise? On the other hand, the great poets and daring writers also teach us that in our history there is a bit of bad luck.
Love in the days of Google Maps
In the middle of the journey of his life, he found himself on a dark road, that the soccer field was lost. No one could find the way e Dante Alighieri, who was looking ahead, checked the phone with a compulsive hand. Perhaps he needed a person who was there guide? Beatrice's mind raced, with her Chanel perfume inebriating everything, but her tongue bit into it. Fool in love with that maid, he remembered it was the XNUMXst century, by all guts!
And no offense to Beatrice or his mind, but he relied on only one thing, and she didn't need him as a driver. Of Google Maps he was sure, not of women, like Beatrice, who had a dark fate in store for you. For the match he arrived and with his companions began to celebrate, but the joy passed. Beatrice she was excited at the door, one thing had to show him, was his passion finally reciprocated?
Dante's advice on love
"Will you help me understand?" he asked without waiting for an answer. "It's a difficult business". Dante became bold, he did not understand what was happening, and his color became red. The maid tempted him to coast, fumbling with the telephone and talking about one passion hidden. The heart beat like a drum, finally disquisivan love, and time passes. But the lightning came and blinded her sight. Beatrice had picked up the phone and was showing a photo of someone volleyball player.
Muscular, apparently intelligent, Beatrice wanted advice on him who lacked nothing. Dark hair, sun-kissed skin, and hard abs. Despite everything, Dante gave the requested help and Beatrice was happy, she asked to be accompanied by the volleyball player as soon as possible. And then Dante enjoyed a new word, which was the perfect description, while Beatrice was a party-goer. That's what he had been, from that woman, just friendzoned.
Orlando goes on tv
Orlando, who had long been in love with the beautiful Angelica, had returned to Reggio Emilia with her. But she still didn't know what awaited her, and how could she? For him the sun always shone. Of the betrayal of Angelica she found out that evening, when she and her best friend had escaped, to save the whales with Greenpeace against a whaling ship. The months passed slowly, then the seasons followed one another and in the heart there were no more sad arguments.
But still a little hunger for fun remained and it seemed amiable at his thought: the hatred of the trash Angelica did not hide. He had to tell those secrets and lie about his wife, just so he could overwhelm the hate, and grabbed the phone with short fingers: “Hello? Do I speak to High Infidelity? The program which of betrayals is the story? "
Love that billed nothing
What bouquet of the Vertical Garden between the two skyscrapers not interrupted by poracci houses, comes to shrink. Renzo he woke up early and got ready for the day: jog along the ships, breakfast, turnover, tac, lunch from Cracco. But that was not a normal day and she remembered what awaited her: she had to get married to her hoped for marriage Lucia. They had been put off many times: and once her aunt died, once a work commitment, once the dog had chewed on her dress. Lucia seemed to be interested only in turnover. He sent her a message: hey love, so today is the big day? The answer was a nose emoji, so he asked her if she had the coronavirus, being very nice. The vowel that followed was just as light in tone, but not in content: no, but no, what do you want it to be, just a little black plague.
