A romantic evening. Wine with light. The preliminary lust. I am so passionate. A few days ago, she wrapped up a bunch of African chopsticks and, so as not to bother them, tied them in a high bunch on a mouthpiece. A kiss after a kiss – and I hear a silent voice:
I need something to confess to you.
I was stressed.
I... the thing is... I’ve never loved Chipolino before.
The curtain.