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Nuovo monologo in inglese, leggete se vi va. B a n a l e. Ci ho pianto sopra per quello che mi sono ricordata scrivendolo (e per l'inglese da schifo)
What is love in life. It is the most incredible thing that can exist, because even if it makes us cry, makes us angry, makes us confused, it is the most meaningful emotion that is worth trying.. There is no sense in the life of those who do not love or of those who are afraid to love, of those who do not let go, of those who do not question everything, of those who do not try, of those who do not hope, of those who have decided to make their hearts deaf just to prevent future suffering.. You know when you hear these stories, when you see people who have been together for a long time and you see in them a vivid and dying spark... You know when you feel that you would do anything to bring joy and serenity to someone.
No, I’m not talking about mythologized love, that lightning strike that lasts forever and is a continuous whirlwind of passion and feeling. This is in fact a fairy tale, not reality. True love is the day to day, it is a compelling and constant choice you make... are the sacrifices, the falls, the gestures, always being there especially when it is difficult and the other does not expect you to stay... is eating close, watching a movie, sharing, spending a quiet evening, being stupid together, pricking yourself, suffering even for what does not happen directly to you, accepting without if and without but the faults of the other instead of idealizing him, is seeing a person exactly as he is in his limitations and in his littleness.
Everything else is just a ramshackle imitation of love. Yes, because it’s not like in fairy tales, life is harder, but also more unpredictable. There is no obvious happy ending, as in Disney fairy tales, even if there are so many witches, so many orcs and so many evil stepmothers... And sometimes it’s not even instantaneous to understand, to realize, that you love, that it’s an important feeling, even if, of course, often, there is a certain sentimental predisposition between certain individuals from the very beginning.
Love is not chosen, love happens and happens little by little, like the unexpected, like the tears of rain that bathe a passerby without an umbrella suddenly, leaving him numb and speechless to wonder about how and why this happened.
When you love, you cannot stand back, but you must fight, as you have never fought before and as you may never fight again. Become a war with yourself and with everything that prevents you from making your dreams a reality... but it must be an honest war, not of those who fight people without scruples and pity!
It must be a struggle to show the intensity of a feeling, a struggle to love, to desire the best possible thing for those who love.
So do not hinder the lovers, because it is a grave sin under heaven. It is like killing an innocent and wonderful creature, which has just blossomed. It is like becoming a murderer or a thief... and steal the only thing that matters without you having a serious right to do it. It’s the worst nastiness... But rest assured, if the love between two people is sincere and strong enough, no fatality and no malice will be powerful enough to counteract it.