💗Love is the beginning.
💞Love is the means.
💜Love is the end.
Love makes you think, makes you suffer, makes you grab time, makes you forget time.
Love forces you to choose, to separate, to reject. Love punishes you.
Love pays off for you. Love is a reward and a punishment.
Love hurts you, love saves you, love is a beacon and a shipwreck. Love is joy.
Love is sadness. It is jealousy, orgasm, ecstasy. We, the other, the science of life.
Love is a bird. A trap. A weakness and a strength.
Love is a restlessness, a hope, a certainty, a doubt.
Love gives you wings, love knocks you down, love scares you, love promises you, love avenges you, love makes you happy.
Love is chaos, love is an order. Love is a magician.
And a clown. Is a child. Love is a prisoner. And a guard.
A sentence. Love is a guerrilla. Love commands you.
Love commands you. Love robs you. Love kills you.
Love reminds you. Love forgets you. Love breathes you. Love suffocates you. Love is a success. It is a failure. An obsession. A disease.
The trail of a comet. A black hole. A star. A blue day. A peaceful day.
Love is poor. A beggar. Love is rich. A hypocrite, a saint. A hero and a weakling. Love is a name. It's a body. A light. A cross. A pain. A Collor. It is the skin of a smile.
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