🌿💚I don't like anyone who doesn't get angry when something serious happens to a living being or to a symbol that embodies an ideal.
I don't like those of universal forgiveness.
I don't like people who never take a stand,
who doesn't take sides,
who doesn't fight.
However,
I love imperfect people.
I love passionate,
true hearted people.
The clean and clear souls who would never purposely hurt someone and who fall,
sometimes,
for too much good.
I like those who admit they were wrong and hug you so tightly that the pain goes away.
I like those who forgive because they understand that they have in their eyes a human being with wounds still open and not with a weapon to steal your life from your chest.
I like those who love.
And I like those who are afraid to love again.
I like those who have chosen not to love anymore,
sweetly unaware of releasing love with every glance he paints in the horizons in which he takes refuge.
I like the ones about the penultimate attempts.
And I like those who know how to write the final word without ever looking back,
so as not to contaminate the future,
to give the present the opportunity to surprise again.
I like real people,
the broken souls that make every crack more precious than a sunrise.
I like words.
Even more I love the gestures that tell us who we are
without ever lying…
unconscious gestures of out-of-control tenderness.
And I like silences,
perfect pauses to touch hands,
to leave a bit of ourselves in an exchange of mutual sacred fragilities.
I like those who don't say love,
but do it.
Making even fear beautiful.
Shameless.
Without trembling yet...
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