I don’t ever recall seeing sweet, innocent sentiments expressed in graffiti in Britain.
Either I couldn’t read it at all, or it was angry and rebellious.
But in Italy (or this part of it) the defacers of public surfaces seem mostly to be love-struck young men (I assume they’re men).
The road bridge pier in the photo is scrawled with the words:
Amore ti amo (My love, I love you)
Above, on the road itself, is another phrase written likewise in red paint:
Ti amo tanto (I love you so much)
How does it work, I wonder? Does the lover roam around in the night, intoxicated with romance, and spray-paint his message intending for everyone to see and understand it, or is it more of a private tribute? Does his loved one appreciate it or want to drop through a hole in the ground?
Sometimes there’s the name of the intended; in the photo it’s just initials.
Sometimes the message is more descriptive: “Your eyes are like the summer sea” – tantamount to poetry.
Long may they live, I say, these written serenades on the public highways, conveying the impression that good and healthy feelings are the ones that ring out the loudest.