If I had a proper answer I would immediately quench your thirst, but my heart can do no more than tell you, listen to the wind that carries such painful cries, feel the suffering in your soul, live the passion in your blood, savour the ecstasy of the other, enjoy the rapture of your sin and experience in your spirit the intensity of the sublime. Can you be sheer emotion and feeling? Can you put passion above yourself as a law? Can you get lost in the madness of pain, in the glory of pleasure, in the turmoil of doubt and in the struggle of one thousand feelings? I despise your mean belief that life is a going on, that one must enjoy the little things, that one must take advantage of the little moments. Throw the little moments away and take the whole! Fly high and reach the sky, embrace life, feel the fire on your skin and die for this ultimate instant of justification!
Why is love so complicated? Love is complicated because love is the other and love is us, and we do not know the other and we do not know us. Love is complicated because it is a persistent question and because it is an unfathomable response. Love is complicated because it is always doubt and doubt frightens and doubt paralyses. Love is complicated because love is life, because living life is living a passion and because living a passion can only end up in an ephemeral sublimation or in a heroic death. Love is complicated because love is irrational, atavistic, illogical and primitive. Love is complicated because we need love, we need to love, we want love, we want to love, we long for love, we aim for being loved and desperately we die for being in love. But above all, love is so vastly complicated because the real question about love is definitely not about why love is, but about who we love.
[...] 15 Novembre 2009 per RS And today you came to me with the same old question again, after a year or so of the first fall, and I cannot do anymore than tell you to follow your [...]