Honesty.

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings.

I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

A perfect woman.

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I will never be able to call her “my friend”. I won’t. I can’t, because she will always be more than that to me. She was always there for me when I needed her to be.

A woman like her it’s like the ultimate goal for me, a woman that I know perhaps I will never have, meet again or marry someday.

A woman with one of the strongest characters that I have ever met.

A woman that knows what she wants, but knows how to offer everything she has in return, if she gets to meet the right guy for her.

A woman with whom you can talk about everything, a truly open-minded, the most open-minded woman I have met.

A woman that can go from small talk to kinky-fuckery-talk in a second.

A woman that can flirt with her eyes and not just with her body.

A woman that dresses with the right mix of sassiness without giving away the goods.

A woman that can have a mature conversation about the issue at hand and rationally work through the issue with the right person by her side.

A woman that knows how to unconditionally love her man.

A woman that can go from “feed me, fuck me and shut the fuck up” to the most sincerely “I love you” that you’ve ever heard.

A woman that understands the need for the little white lies, but insists on the truth.

A woman with one of the most beautiful, amazing and most addictive smile I have ever seen in my life. This is you, L!

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Changes.

Today was not just then end of the week for me.

After working at the airport’s business lounge bar almost everyday, for a whole year, I just found out that I’m being transferred for 4 months at another bar, located in a kind-of-a-shopping-center, starting tomorrow at 16:30. Lovely! Umm.. Sort of! Anyway, the only good thing in this (at least, the one that I can see now) is that I’m going from 40-45 minutes to get to the airport, to 10 minutes to arrive at the new bar. I’ll write more about this tomorrow night, when I get home, because it’s for the first time I’m going there for work and honestly I have no idea of how’s it going to be like.

I had the opportunity of receiving some live feedback from two of my colleagues back at the airport, after I asked them if they would like to read one of my posts. It was a quiet Sunday today, so they agreed, and I had the chance of studying their facial expressions while they were reading. I swear it was priceless. I think there’s no more place for words when you get the chance to see them reading with such interest, when you get to see that light in their eyes, knowing that they won’t lie to you no matter what, knowing for certain that they won’t say “Oh my God, Victor, that’s amazing!” just to make you feel great. I felt like a 6 years old child taking one of his bad drawings to his mom and waiting anxiously for her to appreciate it. “Not bad, for a rookie!”

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Words.

It’s not the words that matter.

It’s the effect they have, the reaction they cause. Something can be said simply and still be equally as meaningful, as beautiful, as something that took hours upon hours to compose.

When you truly mean what you say, and the influence you intend to have, it comes naturally. Words are meaningless without their affect, and it takes truly being affected to realize this.

Being an expert on the composition of language doesn’t matter. When you truly mean what you say, and the influence you intend to have, it comes naturally. If you truly understand something, you can explain it simply. That’s why I started this blog.

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Another day at the “office”.

So this man walks into the business lounge where I work at, and I notice his Army designed backpack and then, the tears in his eyes. Moments later, he asks me for a glass of Chardonnay, and walks away immediately after I’m done pouring it without saying a word. 5 minutes later, I can hear him talking on the phone with a bad italian accent.

Non piangere amore, everything will be fine, be strong for Olivia!” and I can see that he won’t be able to stop those tears from pouring down his cheeks for long..

The room is empty. He asks for another glass of red wine and I try to make some conversation.

“What brings you in Italy, Sir?”

“Well, few days ago, la mia ragazza, gave birth to our daughter, and I’m “celebrating” the birth of my first baby, by flying back to London, isn’t that nice?”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Sir, but I would also like to wish you all the best for your little daughter. I guess her name is Olivia, am I right?”

“Yes, how on Earth could you know that?”

“Excuse me, Sir, but I’ve noticed you at the entrance, because of the tears in your eyes, and then I heard you speaking on the phone and mentioned her name.”

“Oh, I see.”

“So, tell me, how does it feel?” I ask, burning to know how it feels.

“Honestly, I’m both scariest and happiest man on Earth, at the same time. Terribile!” he murmurs in italian, trying to hide that british accent.

“I can see that in your eyes, Sir!” I say, trying to bring a smile on his face.

“Please, call me Reese.”

“Victor!” and we shake hands.

“Your english is very good, Victor!”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Reese!” he corrects me instantly.

“Reese it is, then!” rolling my eyes.

“C’mon, Victor, pour yourself a glass of wine and drink with me, there’s no one left in here and I guess your shift will be over soon!”

I open a bottle of prosecco and pour myself a bit into a glass.

“Well then, for your little daughter, Olivia!”

“Thank you, cheers!” says to me, with a big smile on his face.

“Cheers!”

“So what’s with the backpack? Are you in the Army or something?”

“Yes, I am, actually. And unfortunately I must go back ASAP. My girlfriend gave birth to our daughter two days ago, and now I must turn back.” His face changes. “Lovely!” he adds, with a sarcastic smile on his face, taking another sip of wine.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how that feels.”

“Yeah well, you know, they don’t care if you’re commited, they don’t care nothing at all. They just want you there. I must admit, it’s the best job one man can have, but I’m telling you, it’s the toughest there is! And once you’ve finished it, you feel… Accomplished! Yes, that’s the word. Accomplished!”

*background voice* “Signor Reese? Il suo volo sta imbarcando!

“Do you have a pen and some paper, Victor?”

“Sure do!” I answer, handing him a piece of paper and the closest pen I find.

“There you go, here is my phone number, if you’ll ever need something, here in Italy, or back in England, don’t hesitate to call me and we’ll see what we can do about it!” says, handing me the paper.

“Thank you, Sir! I’ll keep that in mind!”

“Oh, it’s Reese, for Christ’s sake! We have about the same age, I think. How old are you?”

“22!”

“And I’m 25!” pauses a bit, “with a 3 days-old daughter!” he adds, and a smile brightens up his face.

“Take care, Reese!” I say, while shaking his hand.

“So do you, Victor!” says, while he grabs me and gives me a friendly hug, like the ones you give to an old friend, knowing that you might never see him again.

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!” I murmur.

Now this is what I call “a good day at work”.

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