The love is….
Piece of magic in a serious world
Piece of calm sea in an agitated ocean
Piece of blue sky in a grey sky
It is also…
To believe in a world that not already it does not believe
To live in a feeling in a naked space
To pretend to be defeated without never having won
As it will write love for the pen
What before wrote sadness
And to the world it counted his weekness
To be reached by the vein of the poet
And to live replete of the river of the love
Forgetting the sea in the world of the pain!
