la voglia d'amare"The desire to love" .. is like looking for spaces in a hand in the mushy squares of red loneliness in the keys of a love changed in the night, in the stones that stain life, in that barefoot polished asphalt. Because the skin has flown into a blue smoke and in a moon that moves a sea that cries. When the sun sets and the heat of the day gives way to the coolness of night, the atmosphere is charged with an energy with a taste of mystery. The city