“Sea you”

09 Settembre 2026

Sea you… when you meet love.

He: I want to love.
She: Good plan.
He: It’s not a plan.
She: A choice?
He: A feeling …
She: Right, do you know who you want to love ?
He: You. May I?
She: Well…
He: Now you’ll want to run away from me…
She: Actually I’m pretty tired, I hate running!
He: Good… I feel better know! I think that life should be simple, sincere… easy.
She: Like now…
He: Yes… exactly. A man that sees a lovely women with mellow eyes sitting and gazing at the sea without a phone… and wants to know her and love her… It’s so natural, but it may look crazy. You don’t know me… I don’t know you, but feels like we konw each other. And you have that smile!
She: My smile…
He: Everything should be like your smile.
She: Oh, thank you… your words are..
He: True.
She: I feel they are true and warm. So nice. So full of feeling so full of truth.
He: What do you think about me?
She: Let me think…
He: Don’t tell me! That shy look is enough for me. You glance means that you I don’t look crazy.
She: Oh no! You look good!
He: Well thank you! It’s delightful: we’ve met a few minutes ago and we are laughing and smiling so sincerely. Your name? Oh… don’t tell me! I’ll call you Sunny smile!
She: How can I call you? Maybe Good boy.
He: Well… sounds nice but it’s too innocent…
She: You gotta be innocent!
He: I swear… I am innocent!
She: Loving boy? Do you like it?
He: Yes! Can we see us again?
She: I guess so.

He: I usually feel as if time is hiding from me, running away… It’s always me running after time.
She: This happens when you do, say and think nonsense… when you are using time for useless and superficial things, as in engaging in empty… relationships. It’s not you… almost everyone does the same, of course…
Time is yours…
He: It’s a Time theft… society has accomplished this… but now… It seems as if I managed to catch up with time. It’s because I met you… I love when you smile at me that way… It’s so natural being with you.
She: Well… feelings are natural.
He: Love is natural! Don’t be surprised! I told I want to love…you.
She: I’ve got nothing against it. As long as feelings feel true.
He: Truely they are true!
She: Truth is always true! I’m serious even if it sounds a word game.
He: Are you longing to love? You want to try to love me?
She: Pretty audacious…
He: Truth is audacious. Let’s do it this way… Let’s talk, laugh, smile and then…
She: We’ll see…
He: Alright… that’s good. I’ll be myself… completely .
She: You’ll have to if you want my love. Everybody should always show their soul, otherwise how on earth can people really fall in love? Love is not vanity. I mean… if you hide who you are, you’ll never know if the other person appreciates you for what you are, if that human being is looking for someone like you. I want to be aprecciated for who I am and not for who I am not. If people go on simulating… then relationships will always be false. That’s for sure… For how long can you change your soul to please someone who maybe wouldn’t be pleased by who you really are, by what you say, think? How can you feel satisfied if someone is attracted by your simulation? It’s characters acting and interacting…When the play is uncovered? You’ll have to put together the pieces of your soul.
He: Sure… but you can’t accuse me of insincerety!
She: I’m actually very happy about it. I need sincerety.
He: Here I am… you should call me Sincere boy…
She: Yes… that’s true.
He: I feel so free!
She: Do you like chocolate? Don’t look at me that way!
He: You make me laugh! I do…
She: There you are!
He: Oh! I am free to take it?
She: You are free… we are free.
He: Chocolate freedom.
She: Let’s “chocolate” our freedom! I’m not sure what it means but…
He: But… It’s so nice. Sincerity and chocolate! Let me think… I love the sea … and you… we’ll see us soon… Then… Sea you.
She: Yes… Sea you.

He: Sea us again.

Sea you un gioco di parole: see you in inglese significa ci vediamo. See e sea (mare) hanno il mesdesimo suono. Così ho inventato Sea you. (Una novella su quando ci si imbatte casualmente in una persona speciale e si ama senza un perché.