“I was riding in a train that was taking away my whole life, looking out at the endless seascape. The name of the train station was enough to trigger a flood of images: my first meeting with you Matteo the Sailor, as I jokingly called you. I had had many loves since then, but suddenly yours had taken on the peculiar quality of a loss. What happened between us that caused you to leave, why was I not able—or willing—to keep your near me?
Suddenly I understood that you were my Regret, the regret of not having waited for your return, of having been so afraid of loneliness. My vanity had misled me into thinking I could be as vast as the ocean and that no horizon could be my rival.
But I was wrong and I had forever lost you.”
See the artist book “Lost love”