Two lives intersect every morning in a cafe. Two glances that say a lot more than words and that start together a 'non-affair' made of games and seduction, beyond the standard ways of seduction. Two main characters that allow us to enter their lives through the past and the five senses of the present.
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Eva Forte. Two
Preface. Everyone has several stories inside related to one’s own
CHAPTER 1. The countryside
CHAPTER 2. Glances at the bar
CHAPTER 3: The daisy of Villa Borghese
Chapter 4. Memories
CHAPTER 5. Away
CHAPTER 7. Rediscovered perfumes
CHAPTER 8. The black box with the silk buttonhole
CHAPTER 9. The foulard
CHAPTER 10. Sleepover
CHAPTER 11. The Hearing
CHAPTER 12. Sweet melodies
CHAPTER 13. Words
CHAPTER 14. The Eternal City
CHAPTER 15. The end of the messages
CHAPTER 16. Loud Silence
CHAPTER 17. Distant Voyage
CHAPTER 18. Snow
CHAPTER 19. Distant Lands
CHAPTER 20. New journeys
CHAPTER 21. The Stone City
CHAPTER 22. The Escape
CHAPTER 23. Back to Basics
CHAPTER 24. Calling the Bluff
CHAPTER 25. The Touch
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background but also one’s own imagination. Stories ready to come out on paper, to come alive under the beat of fingers on the keyboard ‘Two’ is born this way and, just like in real life, took shape day after day, getting to know the main characters and their desire to play and know each other going beyond conventions and standard love affairs that follow well-defined paths.
The rediscovery of the five senses, the ability to recapture your own past even in the present, the capability to go further, and the solitude sought after for a long time.
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Once I got home and I throw away my shoes, I jump on the bed straight away with my trusted computer searching some information about my mysterious smiling friend. Maybe I can discover something about him linked to our café, a website, a Facebook page. I log in with my username and I start to search. Not a trace of him, it would have been too good to find a comment by him so that I could have finally discovered his name and snooping around his social networks home, at least on the public sections. Thinking about the fact that maybe he could have had the same idea, I start by pressing like on the café Fan Page and browsing numerous pictures, I comment a random one, just to leave a sign. Once it has been published, I look at the picture appearing next to my comment. A miserable close-up, loaded
haphazardly a long time ago. I immediately hurry up looking for a new photo where I look better, and I change my profile picture. Now I feel more relaxed and I childishly hope that he is online too and seeing me, could feel the desire of texting me.
