Who Is It? I Am the Courier Of Love
The starting point for this little text was born during a nice return home
Going back home holding the bag of dog poop, in front of our intercom I get an idea.
I hit the right button.
-Who is? your shrill voice asks -I’m the Courier of Love I answer amused
Press the button to open without replying to anything. I go up the stairs with a smile, I enter the apartment and I look for your look, your reaction, but you say nothing.
At one point I ask: - But you understand that Am I the Courier of Love? - I understand you’re an idiot you reply laughing.
But it’s the truth.
I am your Love Prime the rider of passion the pizza delivery man in the shape of a heart the kebab of spicy feeling, in three words I am yours alone and unique Corriere dell’Amore





