Is it not great in so many ways, bringing two particular worlds together, loving them both with a particular kind of love, bringing two different loves together, which means so many more, opening straightaway another particular world, which of course is many, are many, as we all immediately see and almost are about to say. And this is our freedom of choice, all ours, to choose our point for the moment, this very instant that I am looking at you extend your hand, enjoy a meeting, this prevailing instant that one specific love intensifies, that lives its own life before we let another instant arrive, before other instants overwhelm us at the spot where all this presents itself, on a kind of strange street of tenderness, where we can surely theorize if we wish to, where the warmth of the choice reveals its heart again.
Vasilis Papageorgiou
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