‘My father is a drinker… So, when I saw Arno drinking for the first time I felt really bad… One night a beautiful dream came to me… I was standing in Arno’s room, looking at him emptying a bottle of wine. I slowly stepped closer, letting my hands on his shoulders. “Mon amour,” I said “Please…” He looked up at me, his eyes full of tears. Tenderly, sensually, I started kissing him, first his lips and then the rest of his body… Making love through the night in a passionate and desperate way.’