‘I often imagine Arno and I talking close to a chimney, laughing and simply enjoying. Then he would kiss suddenly, telling me how much he loved me and what he would do to have me by his side. Scared at first, I would kiss back, again and again, tasting his lip. Soon we would undress each other, ours hands discovering each other’s bodies. His scent of musk, cologne and rain would turn me crazy… We would be making love all night long, not caring about the rest of the world…’