it has been 7 years, my dear Francesca.
but i could never forget the old family, that i once had.
you are still the Princess of Novarese. and me. myself?
i changed so many titles, partners and wars since then.

but you know, it feels just the same. like the old times.
when i write you those feelings, i always keep inside me.
you, Giulia, Victoria, Ilaria, Eugenio..

i remember you all promising, that i would come soon.
walk through Firenze and absolutely visit the North.
go Novara, go Milan, finally perfect my Italian to read Calvino..
making myself a lot of oaths that i would always choose Italy.

but there are so many promises, that i had not kept.
sleeping with ghosts, sleeping with demons, dreaming out
how nice it would be to walk through Granada this time of year.

but no matter what times have past.
thus i love you just as much.