** LIMONARE= //ACTIVITY WHICH SYMBOLIZES TEENAGE APPROACH TO THE UNKNOWN OTHERNESS, SPECIFICALLY PRESENT BETWEEN 12 TO 19 YEAR OLDS, THEN IT GETS VINTAGE FOR A WHILE ONLY TO COME BACK LATER AND STAY FOREVER AN EVERGREEN. IT CONSISTS OF A SIGNIFICANT EXCHANGE OF SALIVA AND OTHER ENTITIES (BACTERIA, CHEWING-GUM, PIECES OF FOOD TRAPPED BETWEEN THE TEETH, SMELLS, VIRUSES..) THAT HAPPENS THROUGH THE EXTREME PROXIMITY OF THE MOUTHS, THE ADHESION THEREOF (SOMETIMES VERY HARD TO UN-GLUE), THE SLIDING OF LIPS, TWISTING, OOZING SLIPPING, CARESSING (...AND OTHER REMARKABLE MANEUVERS...) OF THE TONGUES. SOME SCIENTIST OF THE FIELD SUGGEST IT IS AN ACCELERATOR OF LANGUAGE LEARNING PROCESSES)

 

DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO SPENT THESE RECENT TIMES ALONE, AND WHO WISH FOR A BETTER FUTURE, AND ALSO TO THOSE WHO NONETHELESS WISH TO ENJOY LIFE AND SHARE OUT A COLLECTIVE GARDEN OF ORAL FLORA AND FAUNA.

TO GROW THE LEMONS OF THE FUTURE            -:::-  VEGETATIVE IMAGINATION GROWTH STIMULATOR

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I’ve been experimenting, during the quarantine, with a practice of preparation of lemon seeds ,,,,

I called it LIMONARE, the Italian teen slang for the action of kissing with tongue for hours, very focusing on the movement of the tongue and the exchange of liquid and bacteria and other entities -- 

// pashing - snogging - making out //

-- TO EXCHANGE A LIMONE

 

Having to deal with distance, I felt it important to stay physically connected with some sensual and concrete thoughts and wishes.

It has been beautiful to help them to grow, follow the rhythm they ask of me, and to stay connected with them.

I’ve grown very fond of them.

They have been growing together with my wish for future LIMONI-kisses.

 

There are a lot of them now - and there will be more and more...

 

as of now...

44 little lemons hoping for sensual care.

 

I balk at the idea to separate myself from even just one of them, but there’s no more room, here.

so, My wish is to find someone who can feel a connection and nurture it. Someone who’d wish to take care of them, give them love and attention, read them good books and cultivate their music tastes (expanding their playlist)

 

​They are LEMONS, they are very passionate, and I know they wouldn't Resist to a coldish relationship.

 

(Bear in mind that they are somewhere between 10 days and 2 months old) - they are but VULNERABLE PUPPIES)

 

we can figure out an adoption system, If you wish to engage.

You can choose what stage of growth you would like to start with:

-wet seeds in an envelope

-fresh shoots in a pot of compost

-slightly more developed with leaves and a few centimeters stem

I gotta tell you that I've no clue about their life-expectancy.

Coming from the South I know that Brussels can get quite hostile and coldish. But that's why we get along so well!

 

What's more, I'm now unable to throw lemon seeds in the garbage. So in any case, very soon, somewhere in Brussels, there'll be improbable lemon garden .

🏝🍋☀️

DO YOU WANNA KNOW MORE?

I’ve been reading them Alice Walker’s erotic poems, Angela Davis’ Women, race and class, and we recently started Povinelli’s Geotologies, a requiem to late capitalism.

 At the moment their favourite songs are:

 -Sweet dreams (Eurythmics)

 -Zero (Liniker e os Caramelows)

 -and for sure Lemon tree (fool’s garden) /they are sexy and have good sense of humor

 ​

write me at: teodebla@msn.com

I can send you some pictures and details

My desire

is always the same; wherever Life

deposits me:

I want to stick my toe

& soon my whole body

into the water.

I want to shake out a fat broom

& sweep dried leaves

bruised blossoms

dead insects

& dust.

I want to grow

something.

It seems impossible that desire

can sometimes transform into devotion; 

but this has happened.

And that is how I've survived:

how the hole

I carefully tended

in the garden of my heart

grew a heart

to fill it. 

Alice Walker

A gente fica mordido, não fica?
Dente, lábio, teu jeito de olhar

Me lembro do beijo em teu pescoço
Do meu toque grosso, com medo de te transpassar

Peguei até o que era mais normal de nós
E coube tudo na malinha de mão do meu coração
Peguei até o que era mais normal de nós
E coube tudo na malinha de mão do meu coração

A gente fica mordido, não fica?

Dente, lábio, teu jeito de olhar

Me lembro do beijo em teu pescoço

Do meu toque grosso, com medo de te transpassar


Peguei até o que era mais normal de nósE coube tudo na malinha de mão do meu coraçãoPeguei até o que era mais normal de nós

E coube tudo na malinha de mão do meu coração

Deixa eu bagunçar você, deixa eu bagunçar você

Deixa eu bagunçar você, deixa eu bagunçar você

A gente fica mordido, não fica?

My desire

is always the same; wherever Life

deposits me:

I want to stick my toe

& soon my whole body

into the water.

I want to shake out a fat broom

& sweep dried leaves

bruised blossoms

dead insects

& dust.

I want to grow

something.

It seems impossible that desire

can sometimes transform into devotion; 

but this has happened.

And that is how I've survived:

how the hole

I carefully tended

in the garden of my heart

grew a heart

to fill it. 

Alice Walker

Adopt a Lemon

please write a short declaration of intent, including an expression of the wish to take care of one or more of them and how you mean to do it

Adoption supportive cost:

 

€5 the pot

€10 the envelope with wet seeds

 

Since to handle cash is dangerous, and for sure it would stay involved with capitalistic affairs, we can alternatively exchange lemons with a documented LIMONE (tongue kiss) as a form of sensual resistance to money and social distancing practices.

(No gender-race-color-smell-height-age-weight-sexual preferences or distinction)

 

5 minute LIMONE the pot

10 minute LIMONE the envelope with wet-seeds

 

other adoption system can eventually be discussed.

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DELIVER A LIMONE

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