I wonder if Cupid will sleep tonight.
Because it is difficult to do it on the eve of such an important day for all those who make passion, the visceral one, the only reason for living.
And we don't want lovers, all those who tomorrow will blow kisses, steal caresses and shed tears of joy.
The heart of many, too many lovers will be aimed mainly at the irrepressible, dazzling return of a love that warms the soul more than anything else.
Hearts that alle 11.25 tomorrow, at least for a moment, they will stop beating, to listen to that intense thrill that only children feel on Christmas Eve, seeing Santa Claus come down the chimney.
That red also intertwines in this funny similarity is just a mocking joke of fate.
The impatience that has been with us for months is about to give way to wonder, amazement, magic.
Because let's face it, to each new Red, children with eyes full of magic, we all become a bit like that.
And there is no purer love.
I wonder if Cupid will suffer tonight.
Because passion, however overwhelming, always brings with it a pinch of bitter suffering.
The latter, perhaps, excessively present in the destroyed chest of all Ferrari lovers in recent years.
If loving when things go well is all too easy, fans of the prancing horse have learned in recent years to suffer in silence, while keeping the heartbeat alive, managing anger, frustration and illusion,
that have punctually peeped into their hearts.
Because those who love, do it in good times and in bad times.
And there is no rarer feeling.
I wonder if Cupid will dream tonight.
Because everyone, deep down, would like that tomorrow, that jewel will be the architect of the return to glory, which has been making its absence felt for too long.
Everyone would like it to be the most beautiful rose of Munich's flowers. Let it be a passionate kiss under the rain of Imola.
How many children will go to bed hoping to finally see the diamond that will make the tricolor shine?
How many men in these sixteen years have only been able to tell the next generation about a world title in the presence of rampant hearts?
And sorry again if this last night of passion will be a torment of hopes and desires.
Excuse us if the only heart we want to hear is a different red than usual.
That pulsates, yes, and never stops doing it.
And there is no more faithful act.
Because in one way or another, pure passion, for us, is all of this.
And pass if Cupid does not shoot an arrow in our honor.
In love, we already are.
Register for LIVE on Tonio's Youtube channel to follow the official Ferrari presentation: (Links here)
