ANTIQUITY FABRIC BY OTEA TEXTILES

ANTIQUITY FABRIC BY OTEA TEXTILES'I am imagining where it all could have started. Here. Or here. Or all the way back there. The first place where I thought Id found the beginning was inside the chiesa. Santa Maria Assunta. The aunts would whisper it like an incantation. Before I could remember having arrived, I would smell it. The incense curling out from its openings. Before I was baptized and bound to it, it was already in my skin. And I had to find the flame. I looked for it in

'I am imagining where it all could have started. Here. Or here. Or all the way back there. The first place where I thought I’d found the beginning was inside the chiesa. Santa Maria Assunta. The aunts would whisper it like an incantation. Before I could remember having arrived, I would smell it. The incense curling out from its openings. Before I was baptized and bound to it, it was already in my skin. And I had to find the flame. I looked for it in the rocks by the river. How many forces have found you? I looked for it inside of picture frames. Where did you come from? I looked for it in the faded figure in the fresco. How long will you last? What moment would I want to freeze inside of a frame? Me at the window: waiting for you to arrive. Us leaving each other—and our love lingering on. I would not frame it. I could not fix it. And so I free it'.