What if I told you that love, with all muddy endings, and long nights in the whirlwinds of a pillow, has an extraordinary ability to make you cross the seas.
Of dividing the mountains.
It all began in a city where it was said that love was scarce, and that it was staggering hard over the furtive kisses of a confused woman, any woman, any city in the world.
I may have lost my head for believing them, or because I was simply bored.
And on the way I discovered with many blows and other benefits, the holy truth that only gives to the few, who above fear bet everything and life itself, because it is revealed to us.
"Love what you do": far from the ego to believe that it is superior, but aiming without the nervous throb of doubt that, whatever you do, it is destined to change the world.
The darker the night fell on these slopes far from the tender embrace of a mother, the smoke of a father's hard memories with its brown perfume, a faithful balm of the ages of time and its storms, the colder it was Wind and sharp the other eyes eager to see you fail, I thought, because that is just the darkness that precedes the dawn bright and full of hope.
Never be ashamed of the love that you preach, even if it lacks darkness, and the intoxicated voices that struggle to enclose it in small spaces, to attach flags to it, and to turn it on or extinguish stars, do not know how to taste gladly because it is not customary.
He is the bonfire in the crowd and in this solitude that I denounce right now.
And many times, it does indisputably lack, remember it
But beware of human love for others, because it is necessary, even more often, to be reminded of its role on earth.
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