He looked at her the way he had never looked at anyone else before. She was unique. She was so different. Different from the others.

He couldn´t perceive her as an object of desire. He needed her beside him, to smell her scent, to feel her warmth. He needed her to guide him, to show him the way. He had to know her thoughts on every matter. Screw you, Bernardo Guardi.

They rose up together by a hot air balloon. Their bodies and their soles went above the city illuminated by a million lights. He loved carnivals so much. They reached the level where the colourful rays of the fireworks exploded.

She shone. This scene deserved to last forever. She was the brightest light. A shining star. He was enchanted by her. She was a flame for him and he wanted to come to her as close as it was possible. He wanted to get to the center of her heat, even if he paid his life for it. He wanted to burn with her. He wanted to burn in her.

She – passion and temperance, sense and sensibility, tempest and peace, ice and flame, life and death.

La stella carissima.

Please, forgive my arrogance to write not so good fanfiction to this great movie. Also my English has its faults. But this story was in me for so long.