Atualizado: 28 de fev. de 2021
Love will always be like this:
with or without tears
with or without disappointments-disenchantments
with or without spicy wills
with or without inner fire spying on the dream horizon
But the right thing is:
love can never be give-up
love is never resignation
love is never take there gives here
love is the combination of two follies that one desires
love is the water running through the interior of every passionate city
built under looks of mixed pains and joys
And in love there are no recipes MADE IN
saying what one should do
nor what you can't try
love is not to turn on and off the lamp to the good will
what is certain is:
To love is simply to love.
Some people preach
that in love there must be delivery, respect, complicity
Someone never gives himself to someone else
surrenders, yes, to moments, only moments, made eternity
it makes a point of delivering pieces of themselves
and never the I itself complete.
To love is to feel the fire
that is vented from contact
of two unknown-known souls.
To love is to elect the other person
and in it to find PEACE, comfort, the meaning of LIFE.
Love can't be more
that the recombination of one I plus another I
Love is the search for the I in the Other
And the other is no longer
than the mirror of our imaginations.