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Fabio spent most of his day painting, painting his feelings, the landscape of his head, a way to escape the feeling of being immure, confined in his own home.

But now, he found another distraction, for the first time he had a friend, who cares about him, about his interests. Sometimes, he stares at the frescoes along the wall of his living room, lying on the floor, his hand touching the imperfect wood of the wooden-floor, waiting for a message of Michaelo. It was like the time fainted.

It's been a month now that Fabio and Michaelo are talking virtually, but in a few days it will be the end of the lockdown.

"Hey Fabio, in a few days we will finally meet each other, I am so happy about it !"

"Yes ! Where do you want us to meet ?"

"I could come to Roma if you want, and then I can show you where I live. You have to teach me piano too, so I have to come to your home too."

"No problem !"

After sending this message he was blushing, actually happy to see his friend but stressed.