The essence of germinating of the stretched tombstones, shot abandoned. Met again in the cavernous ones, caves excuses, later illuminated for the high inoffensive voltage of the sublime love.
The human history is the Calvary, purgatory, martyrdom of the love of the divine proportion in the stripes zebras, balanced among the to love and to live in. Condemn us to the birth to love, but we refused, we insisted on hating is not to be, it is to have somebody to trust, divine in that to believe we. Have to apprehend to say not, to this jack-of-all-trades of loving cloned in vain. Let us avoid that the salespersons resell the ardour of the passion. We cannot summarize this contention in the gestures predict of the continental vestals.
The plants wave because they love the wind. If this lacked, the hate revive if went of green become yellow.
The wings of the incentive relating to experience are unknown genetic code that makes to fly us, to perfume, the aroma to love. And who this to dare to prohibit, it will be prohibited. The sensor of the love when activates are disordered. In the future they will be blocked, because in danger the sensitive instruments of the interplanetary ships. It will be imagined, recreated a distant loving planet, for eternal lovers. The circuits of the love challenge the laws and the physical speed.
No there is, there won't be machine to gage her invisible intensity. However, he makes an effort and has more than forces, perpetuity to travel for the infinite of the Universe. Leave that the thirsty ones drink of his pure water, so that the impurity of the pollution of the waters doesn't cause pandemics, and happen his extinction. Just a minute of loving immensity, it is worth millions of year’s planetariums.
For something to struggle, if we are arrested always in the tentacles of the quicksands, caressing, of that eternal feeling. Everything extinguishes, it seems in vain, the love no! The love has a lot of legs, but four are always presents: two feminine, and two masculine. The goddess mother's uterus awaits his guest, and the lovers' feet move the scale Richter.
Promises that you will love the love, and you will never get tired of her temptation. The difference that exists between the rich and the poor is that the poor is rich of love. And the rich lives in spiritual poverty in search of the love. The fullness will come when they sound the heart clang of a bell, rhythmic of the biochemical clock of our heart. There won't be storm to dominate us that it separates us, because we are chained, faint in that without sense, lost in the other senses.
That the martyrs of the love are sanctified, and those next times a planetary psalm is sung in the cosmology. And of the unhappy suicides just because they loved… statues of kisses will be built with stellar light to the space travellers with the registration:
To the UNHAPPY OF THE TERRESTRIAL LOVE THAT JUST LOVED.