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.

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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...

104 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

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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 .

🏝🍋☀️