PASSION

I once was in love with a man, 
we danced tango tipsy in his apartment 4am in the summer mornings. 
We fell out of love. 
The tango-memories still make me smile.
Addictively passionate dramas 5 “The Young & The Restless” seasons ago. .
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What I once thought of love has changed to something much deeper and connected. I realize that love is about dancing tango in the grocery store, making love every day as if you are in a rainy Barcelonetta with windows open, enjoying food as when you eat the most simplest and inexpensive food in Rome, as driving through the midnight sun summertime in the north of Scandinavia. The places and situations are of course essential to a certain extent, but I think we forget sometimes running the rat-game in NY chasing for money, fame, fortune, success, accomplishment… And then thinking this will all fall in our laps. THE love. .
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Love is to live as if the “right now” is the most important place to be, and the person you are with is the most important person you can be with. My greatest meals, moments of love, art-experience has been due to the energy I’ve shared with someone at that precise moment. Maybe I am by myself and in a “relationship” with the chef’s food (as a sushi stand in Paris, I went there for lunch everyday I was there last year), maybe I was with a man that showered me with words of ambition sitting in a dive bar somewhere. When the ingredient of love is applied your whole body, aura, and senses can taste and feel the difference.

Take a minute to “be in love” and to live… Put down your phone, and look that important person in the eye and say “let’s just do something” or “let’s just walk somewhere”. Everything will fall in to place once you show the universe you are ready to be, instead of “looking right” or being in the “right place”. deeper love is never wrong.

x Kissey.