#07 Representation of Love
Once upon a time…
When they were children, they already had the comfort of closeness. They sought each other. Sometimes they touched. Normally they walked together as if there were no purpose in the world other than those moments together. They didn’t speak. They would watch the sea, always close. Sometimes, they would enter the forest. One day they casually kissed.
And time went by. They grew. They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. And in the time that followed time, intimacy grew. An intimacy ashamed at times, but which left no room for anything else or anyone else. They were times of great submission and seduction. Of gifts…
“Stop, stop”, said a resounding voice at the back of the amphitheatre, interrupting the ritual of seduction and conquest. “What dance is that? How is it possible that you don’t yet know what love is in modern times?!”
They looked at each other again, suspending the gestures that imitated those that they repeated so many times over the years. And at that moment, even without speaking, they understood that the stage of life was far more than any form of representation of love.
