In the era of consumerism, also love becomes a merchandise. And every year for the Valentine's day, the most stupid and weak version of love, packed with a lot of sickly sweet banalities, is very often palmed off to us.
But I'm convinced that the true love is anything but a simple and linear sentiment. I guess that the love is rather a troubled and thwarted feeling that rives the hearth with a sensation of continuos changeableness that swings between the highest satisfaction and the most stabbing pain.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.(I hate or I love. For what reason do I do this, maybe you ask.I know not, but I feel it happening to me and I am tortured)Catullus, Carmina 85
The contrast in feelings that love provokes is one of the most common subjects of today's world literature. One could cite hundreds of authors who express the same idea of love. But what I find particularly interesting in these few verses of Catullus, is that the drama of trouble is exacerbated by the sad realization that this trouble arises independently of the human will. The poet has perhaps no choice but to take note of the situation and suffer terribly.
These my felt brooches, in their own way "tragic", want to propose an idea nontrivial of love... an idea that can turn into a sweet gift to share (each set if formed by two brooches: you choose which is the character you fell closer) with your beloved during the Valentine's day but not only ...
Here's the tragic adventures of a little tooth too greedy who just cannot give up the beloved and sugary ice-cream even if it is harmful for him...
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And here's the history of a capricious floret, too convenced of his beauty, that do the dumb with a little bee...
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