Would not it be nice to be the lover of his wife? In spite of all that, in human seasons of love, conspiracy against this possibility? As teenagers experience sex and feelings. As young adults we know the First Love (What you do not forget it) and Big Love. Finally we meet our wives (or, of course, our husbands). Marriage, children, daily life, holidays by the sea and the mountains, family car, work, the mortgage, but things also apprezzabilissime decline and falling ill with a passion. No coincidence that one Italian writer happened twenty years ago, distinguished by Love Falling in Love with the decision. Love of two is more important, more noble, more complete, more durable, bigger. But let's face it, falling in love is more fun.
Every father or mother of the family ends up taking its own strategy to combine marriage and love. The most common is to ignore it. Ignoring a part of himself, what is the nature served to continue the species and that is no longer useful. Can be replaced with another: the passion for the mountains, to the bicycle, motorcycle, for music, for the kitchen ... Not otherwise be explained so that people can engage in activities extraordinarily boring as the game of golf (which does not enjoy even the pastoral literary tradition of alternatives such as bowling): who would play golf if you would rather make love?
family without sex or passion is still to sail, often with fewer bumps and calmer waters. During the week you work, the weekend will be a hobby, will roll up their children and go to the beach in Versilia. Then it happened that one in there falls in love by chance, a glance, an opportunity, a courtship. Auspicious occasion so that they can not ignore.
is hardly true passion, it is more likely to be a substitute, an imitation, a projection of what it was and it was feared that it could still be. At the end is a role playing game. Here is that boredom is broken by an appointment stolen by a phone call over the tones, sms from a galley slave, a little 'lived with appetite for sex. Maybe even a weekend "somewhere" from their routine, in another time space that imperfect as it gives us the echo of the emotion of being alive, able to love and be loved above all. Even if on balance it is not love (almost) never.
teases the idea of \u200b\u200bliving a secret love to spice up the routine subway? Why not be the lover of his wife? Tell her, in the middle of a morning's work boredom, an erotic sms. Meet the lunch interval to pamper yourself. Make an appointment for a secret dinner out of town, friendless and childless. Escape in motion Friday for a weekend Japanese, all of those past to make love in a bed and exit yes and no food to eat. Undress together on a nudist beach in the sun of the Mediterranean.
To do could be done, and it would be much more comfortable (be the lover of his wife instead of that of another ...).
(first published May 18, 2008. Photo by Mauro Ferrari)
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