But in turn, forming the root of existence, also a teacher. A teacher sadistic and authoritarian, but sometimes the only teacher able to teach the true meaning of love. There
moments that are magical day. Just look at the sky aterdecer to understand that words without occupying places that do not belong.
In those moments where it is impossible to define whether it is day or night, opening a door. A unique opportunity to receive what we are sailing in the vigil. A magical time, in my view, a larger and comprehensive piece of reality.
Love fulfills the same function, gives us the ability to understand, to make sense of the times, shared round at reality. Allows us to unite bodies beyond the skin, heals and nourishes us with the only thing we can not ignore.
Sometimes I wonder: What will have been in the early days of mankind, the force that caused physical beings so weak could sobrivivir and reproduce in a hostile world as of that time.
I have no other response than love. Today
, where the beasts of the arena supplanted by public opinion, love is still for people like me all you can do to make sense of constant pain that some insist on calling
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