Un passo nella polvere, (A step in the dust,)
Title: I Passi dell’Amore (The Steps of Love)
We often think that love is a destination—a place we arrive at by chance. But in truth, love is a staircase. Some steps are made of marble, smooth and easy. Others are broken, wooden planks that creak under the weight of our fears. i passi dell amore
Love is not a leap. It is a staircase.
Not a failure, but a descent. Love stumbles. You miss a step. Here, love is not a feeling but a hand reaching out in the dark. It is the step of forgiveness. Un passo nella polvere, (A step in the
quando l’altro è stato tardo. (when the other has been slow.)
And finally, there is the last step. But love’s staircase has no top. The final step is simply the decision to keep climbing. To hold a hand while ascending, to wait for the other to catch their breath, to stop and look back at how far you have come. Others are broken, wooden planks that creak under
The first step is the bravest. It is the moment you say "yes" to the unknown. You leave the landing of solitude to walk toward someone else’s world.
You do not need to run. You only need to step. One after the other. Sempre avanti. I Passi dell’Amore