Vagli Sotto, Province of Lucca, Tuscany
If not for his presence, those days of summer would be embossed in my memory as a course of respiteless, youthful exasperation. Instead, they became a sensual strand forever weaved into my mind. A strand of sun glimmering on his collarbones, of water drops streaming down his back, of our footprints fading in the sand by Lago di Vagli.
It all started with anger. Was it my pitiful adolescent self finally evincing a late but full-blown teenage rebellion at the age of nineteen? Or was it just an aftermath of an overwhelming need to prove myself, to become the master of my destiny, independent and free, as we all wish to be at this age?
No matter the cause, this flame of defiance was building within me since graduation day and peaked during my stay in Vagli Sotto in late June. Never would I think a fire of anger so bright could change this smoothly into a fire of passion.
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Those Days of Summer
RomanceVictor and Marcel are two boys on the verge of adulthood. Their paths cross during one summer between the hills of sun-scented Tuscany. What will they do with their youthful desire, fear of rejection, and the burning feeling of uncertainty? --- Swe...
