Guido Sardelii

I was never ashamed to love her like that.

Maybe at first.

Maybe I tried to act cool, relaxed, like I don't fall in love too easily.

But I never got it right with Libertad.

Because she turned my life upside down in the best way possible.

That night I was lying on the studio couch after a very long show, completely exhausted. Outside I could still hear the sounds of the concert, but I was on my phone waiting for the same old thing.

Your call.

Because even if I was tired, far away, or had a terrible day… listening to her was like coming home.

And it vibrates just right.

“Freedom calling…”

I smile only before answering.

—Hey, idiot—he says as soon as he hears me answer.

And that's it.

The world is falling into place for me.

Literal.

I stay silent for two seconds just because I like to hear her breathing on the other side.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear from you," I murmured, closing my eyes. "I miss you a lot."

She laughs softly.

And I laugh too, like an idiot.

Because that's what happens to me with her.

When she smiles, it changes my mood.

When things are bad, it drives me crazy.

And if she cries… I feel like something inside me breaks a little too.

"How are you?" I asked immediately. "Really."

Because it matters too much to me.

More than is healthy, perhaps.

I lean back against the armchair and smile to myself.

—I swear, no matter how long I'm outside… the only thing that calms me down is hearing you say “hello, asshole.”

I'm taking a short break.

—You're my home, did you know that?

And I say it like this.

Shameless.

Because when you truly love someone, there comes a point where it no longer makes sense to hide it.

And I love Libertad.

Lot.

Of those forms that cannot be contained in words, songs, or anything.

They are only felt.