Love, love, love, I wish I could repeat this for a lifetime. I will do it, I am sure I want to do it. Although life has made me experience the destructive experience of divorce, if I have suffered in the heart and in the flesh, the same excruciating pain of the infantrymen left for distant fronts with promises of eternal love "until death separate you" and wound up in a to beat an eyelid with a lapidary "I do not love you anymore", despite all this, I'm ready to get back into the game, offering my life to a woman again: you.
Only one thing, however, I ask you to understand well and to evaluate with depth and attention. You will always be the most loved person in the world, I will bless your life every day, I will thank God, with words and with every gesture of mine, for offering me the immense gift of knowing you and having you. But understand, I beg you, before you tell me one yes, that you will not be loved alone. I can not help but love my country and my work, made of a thousand sacrifices, great and small, often lived, if not always, in the indifference or in the contempt of the people I love.
If you do not love me as I am, man and soldier, you can not say to love me and, then, leave me alone with my country.
