Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When
love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy,
cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the
world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is
irrevocably changed.
it’s less about the bolt and more about “the
heat of the lightning"
You can’t hide the thunderbolt. When it hits you, everybody can see it. Christ, man,
don’t be ashamed of it, some
men pray for the thunderbolt. You’re a
lucky fellow.”Michael wasn’t too pleased about his emotions being so easily read. But this was the first time in his life such a thing had happened to him. It was nothing like his adolescent crushes, it was nothing like the lovehe’d had for Kay, a
love based as much on her sweetness, her intelligence and the polarity of the fair and dark. This was an overwhelming desire for possession, this was an inerasible printing of the
girl’s face on his
brain and he knew she would haunthis memory every
day of his life if he did not possess her. His life had become simplified, focused on one point, everything else was unworthy of even a moment’s attention. Fabrizzio said briskly, “I’ll go to the village, we’ll find out about her. Who knows, she
may be more available than we think. There’s only one cure for the thunderbolt,
eh, Calo?” - From the Novel The Godfather
