The space of transforming physically given love to internalized flow of love, internalized sensation that I am loved.

Love that transforms from being given into being had.

From someone’s touch and kiss to feeling it in the sunshine reflecting from the houses onto my face.

The love I’ve been given is made to be given.

It’s made to be had, but only for a short time. I will let it flow through me again in the way I meet someone else who needs the love through my gaze or my touch or my kiss or my words.

I will give it.

Because new love will come.

New love will reflect upon my face like the sun from the houses reflects. New love is always here, it is always around, it is old love.

And it will take hours for me to get used to new feelings that I have had inside already all of my life.

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As soon as I stepped out from the safe apartment and waved good-bye to my friend in Padova I felt this love grow through me, sprouting, meeting the sunshine in every step I had so feared the night before. I recorded these words right there on the street, before I knew any of the places I would see in this footage. Now, editing memories, yet new love circulates in my heart and sleepy eyeballs, head bobbing: again hoping to fall upon a friendly shoulder and to re-cycle the same, ancient love.

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(This story told in pictures.)