Red Stars


“’I think,' said Anna, playing with the glove she had taken off, 'I think … if so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love”. What kind of love is yours? An irresistible force, the one we call ‘love at first sight’, that burns and ends after exhausting all its energies? Or a project for life with the aim of creating a peaceful place with all the basic necessities? Or is it the unexplainable, unreachable, unnamable, unfeasible idea of man, who, seized by a sudden sense of solitude, looks for a soul to share his feeling of inadequacy? Maybe it’s better not to define this love at all, since everyone is talking about it, but very few really know it.