Shallow: The soundtrack of our Love!

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Well, what to say! After spending hours at the typographer to choose the wedding invitations (note that for me they were and are completely irrelevant, because I would have preferred choosing the digital wedding invitation! But your mum always has the last word and she has to be satisfied) after I kept sneezing at the florist alias the flower design, because of my chronic pollen allergy, to choose floral decorations, and in the end after spending a pleasant but challenging afternoon to evaluate the super-wow décor that would be the frame of our wedding, I thought I have completed my homework as a diligent bride to be. Not indeed!
I was not even halfway in my to-do list…. Those who know me know that after 4 years of engagement with my beloved and brilliant boyfriend John, an american transplanted for love in the lively and lush Florentine countryside, that in reality my idea of marriage was really something else.
But as often happens, we find ourselves in paradoxical situations, so we need to compromise with family members, the famous nasty relatives. Seriously, my only wish was to finally marry my pacman. Yeah this is how I always loved to call him, since our first meeting at the village’s bar.
On a warm spring afternoon, I was at the “sport” bar as usual, the typical name of the small bars of the province, where the average customer age was around a century, but not having alternatives we found ourselves at the tables of the lovely garden to enjoy the free wifi. That afternoon, everything seemed to go wrong, an astral conjunction of guinness of primates.
I asked to the chubby and sweaty waiter to serve me the usual hot tea with a separate jug, honey and a cup to the side, and he gave me the usual answer: “You alhave to be weird for drinking tea in May”, and I was so used to the rough and obsolete comments of old-fashioned countrymen, with a vintage taste, and also didn’t even answer anymore, I sketched a smile and waited for my tea.
In the meantime, I was surprised by the arrival of a handsome young man with a foreign accent who was mumbling something with clenched teeth while with a lily of his lips he kept the cigarette off in his mouth. I answered with my natural kindness and courtesy, trying to be useful to the super handsome stranger. And so after breathless repartee, I discovered that he was a folk singer who wandered the Tuscan hills in search of an unidentified recording room. He was riding a motorcycle and after drinking my tea, I offered to make his way to the address he had stored on the jammed navigator.
That afternoon we found not only the much sought after recording room, but also love. In reality, it was a stroke of lightning for both of them. We seemed to be possessed by the god eros, dazed in each other’s eyes. By now we were one thing! And while I listened to him play the guitar and accompany the melody with his hoarse, deep voice, I thought he was the man of my life.
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On a warm spring afternoon, I was at the “sport” bar as usual, the typical name of the small bars of the province, where the average customer age was around a century, but not having alternatives we found ourselves at the tables of the lovely garden to enjoy the free wifi. That afternoon, everything seemed to go wrong, an astral conjunction of guinness of primates.
I asked to the chubby and sweaty waiter to serve me the usual hot tea with a separate jug, honey and a cup to the side, and he gave me the usual answer: “You alhave to be weird for drinking tea in May”, and I was so used to the rough and obsolete comments of old-fashioned countrymen, with a vintage taste, and also didn’t even answer anymore, I sketched a smile and waited for my tea.
In the meantime, I was surprised by the arrival of a handsome young man with a foreign accent who was mumbling something with clenched teeth while with a lily of his lips he kept the cigarette off in his mouth. I answered with my natural kindness and courtesy, trying to be useful to the super handsome stranger. And so after breathless repartee, I discovered that he was a folk singer who wandered the Tuscan hills in search of an unidentified recording room. He was riding a motorcycle and after drinking my tea, I offered to make his way to the address he had stored on the jammed navigator.
That afternoon we found not only the much sought after recording room, but also love. In reality, it was a stroke of lightning for both of them. We seemed to be possessed by the god eros, dazed in each other’s eyes. By now we were one thing! And while I listened to him play the guitar and accompany the melody with his hoarse, deep voice, I thought he was the man of my life.
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It is from him that I would like to be loved one day. I know, it may seem pure madness, loss of mind, pindaric flight without parachutes, but I felt incredibly alive, free and happy. So we started a love story full of love and passion beyond limits. It was only us! We were enough for ourselves. Many interests in common we had but it was love for music that led the way. In music we were able to express our true essence of free spirits that travel in time and space, merging into one entity in total harmony with the nature and the universe.
How to explain love under the skin, that love which finds its exact half in the perfect pacman! Feelings and emotions that have no words, that you can feel only in the depth of a touch of skin, a hand that touches the soul starting from the surface, from the skin. Our history, our origins are all written indelibly on our skin. It never lies! It is to the skin that we perceive our most real emotions, those that make us feel the chills. And it is in my skin that I and Jhon fell in love that afternoon. And over time, over the years our desire to leave the surface to go deep, to discover our most intimate, the most real part, giving voice to our desires.
John asked me to marry him entrusting his heart to the music, because both of us were not good at expressing our emotions with words. And so in a starry evening, with guitar and voice he proposed after having sung Shallow, a piece that he adored and that he wanted to sing with me in a duet of love of pure magic, where our souls found a twin correspondence.
Music never lies, but prepares the soul to listening.
Well, back to my “to-do” for the organization of our wedding, music was the only point that together we had chosen without compromise, going into the depths of our hearts: “shallow” was certainly the perfect soundtrack for our love in our most beautiful day!