Some time ago someone asked me:
What is love for you?... And I was
speechless...
How in such simple words
could such a complex paradigm fit?...
could such a complex paradigm fit?...
Why couldn't I answer a six-word
question
that didn't contain any riddles
or algebraic problems? ...
that didn't contain any riddles
or algebraic problems? ...
It took me years to understand
that love cannot be defined…
that love cannot be defined…
It cannot be contained,
nor controlled...
and much less limited.
nor controlled...
and much less limited.
It is the only impulse impossible to
stop...
the only force impossible to handle.
the only force impossible to handle.
Love is like the wind: doesn´t get
caught.
It camouflages, transmutes...
It camouflages, transmutes...
It dresses as a worm or as a
butterfly,
it has translucent nuances,
it has translucent nuances,
it is holographic and fluorescent.
Love enlightens, clarifies the shadows,
floats, swims to the surface. It is like the sun:
although they try to cover it,
Love enlightens, clarifies the shadows,
floats, swims to the surface. It is like the sun:
although they try to cover it,
it slips through the slits and under
the doors,
it reflects in the water, creates invisible waves,
and swirls in the air...
and swirls in the air...
Love surpasses us, regenerates
us, expands us
and explodes inside our bodies
and explodes inside our bodies
like a sleeping volcano,
with no apparent noise
with no apparent noise
but with the power
of a thousand atomic bombs ...
of a thousand atomic bombs ...
it is the true Apocalypse:
the most beautiful destruction ever lived,
the most beautiful destruction ever lived,
the greatest renewal ever
sought.
Love finds us no matter how well we hide,
Love finds us no matter how well we hide,
and transforms us to the core.
It invades us without remedy
It invades us without remedy
and metastasizes where it
wants.
Nothing suppress it,
nothing expels it,
nothing stops it.
nothing expels it,
nothing stops it.
It feeds on its own through lives
and years
or suddenly extinguishes.
or suddenly extinguishes.
Love plays to transform us
and laughs at our tears,
it has no compassion:
and laughs at our tears,
it has no compassion:
he knows that this is the only way
to touch our collapsed fibers and rebuild them...
to touch our collapsed fibers and rebuild them...
he knows that only from him
we can reach our own sky
and tear our own flesh...
we can reach our own sky
and tear our own flesh...
he knows that only from him
we can overcome fear and defeat ourselves...
we can overcome fear and defeat ourselves...
he knows that only from him
we can move towards the purest that was given to us:
we can move towards the purest that was given to us:
the very vulnerability of being born
human...
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