Italian riviera, a summer love story

Golden and salty skin and hair, blue eyes, free thoughts without direction, back on the rocks of the Italian riviera, face towards the clear sky. It’s June. The day is a wake up dream, the night is a long adventure. The sea is the best companion. The food is pure honey from the heavens, the most juicy and sweet, fresh fruits and vegetables that makes the skin a silky surface, perfect to be touched, kissed and smelled. You don’t need much. In this simplicity you have everything. But then, there’s the eye contact with that stranger you know nothing about but made your heart beat faster, nervous stomach and your knees weak. And now you have more than everything…

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