Prologue
231 Words
Florence, 20 May 1503
Dearest Lisa,
In the silence of my study, while the sun reflects on the waters of the Arno, my thoughts fly to you, like birds in search of freedom. With each passing day, your image becomes more vivid in my mind, and my heart fills with a love that knows no boundaries.
You are like a ray of light that passes through the shadows of my existence, illuminating every corner of my soul. When I see you, the whole world seems to stop, and every brush stroke on the canvas is nothing more than an attempt to capture your ethereal beauty. No artist, not even me, could ever do justice to the grace with which you move.
My works, despite being the fruit of my passion, can never compete with the wonder you inspire in me. You are the true source of my inspiration, and every day spent without you is like a blank canvas, devoid of color and meaning. I wish I could portray you, but I fear that my brush cannot capture the essence of your soul, so vibrant and profound.
I long for the moment when we can meet again, to exchange words that dance in the air like leaves in the wind. Please keep my affection in your heart, as I keep your name in my thoughts.
With infinite admiration and love,
Leonardo
- Writer
