Beautiful day love

On the beaches of Rimini, the mermaid hunt has ceased, now they are only contemplated with fascination...

The woman who knew by memory the sound of her smile, who kept in the anthology of images the extension of her corners when she laughed, and remembered the vibration of her chest when happiness invaded her like little ants born from the heart; is the same woman who came out of her crossed arms, shook off the absence of warmth that inhabited her gaze, to undertake the search (we women always know the paths), and returned to me, we found each other. She will stay for all times in my home, we both know that I am blooming.

Now I know that while my breasts get wet from the heat of the room, while the crowd does not notice such an event, your gaze crashes on my moles, I am loving you with the steps of a little girl and with the strength in my legs of a woman. You have an overwhelming beauty, what a desire to ask you for light for my nights and warm tea, sweetened with honey and ants, for my sleepless nights of letters! Your simplicity fills all the rooms of my body, the body that was surely given to me to make small drawings and keep them in bigger ones, and then call them “your love”.

We're not sitting on the edge of the mattress, restrained on a wooden bench or pushing hard against the wall, we're patient spectators of the sunrise. You do know the names of the flowers (I know that's what you want me to think), you know... You know the shades of my happy heart, I think I prefer you color-blind rather than botanical.

Without the need to reaffirm ourselves, to recognize ourselves, with an absence of judgment and an excess of warmth, every day we submerge ourselves in a sea of limerence. It tastes sweet to me, it also wets my breasts, it makes your eyelashes come together.

This is today and it tastes to me like all the deliciousness of now, it is ineffable; that is why I thought it would be a good idea to write you a letter in which I try to represent my feelings for you, from you.

Rest assured that if I decide to write it, in it you will find pollen of an intense yellow, a map with all the marked paths, the measure of my corners when I laugh, all of that stored in a vibrant envelope; when you hold it in your hands it is possible that the sensation of ants moving from your heart will confuse you, but inside you will also find the sound of my smile.

In the sea that surrounds the beaches of Rimini, we mermaids are contemplated, the times of hunting are part of oblivion, I attribute it to the day I started to love a man...

Photography by Tatjana Suski? Ninkovi?