The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

I lost the love, and I move in the hope of the rocks of the sad times. So many lives that I already lived and I saw lost. Of them it remains me the memory of the sweetness of the love.

The nostalgia of the keys of the piano presses me, they transport me for the past of the lost times. The music reminds us always the dear beings that we lost and her love.

He comes us always to the memory the committed mistakes of the inexperience in the things of the love. Of the people that we loved truly and that we will never forget. Yes, the love is unforgettable, inexplicable.

The love is for all, but just some know their secrets and they are not willing reveal us to her. The secrets of the healthy love as a temple of the memory.

If love didn't exist, we would just see nights because the days are the awakening of the love. And we would only live of nights the cruelty of the non existence of the love.

Never perches time in the search of the love, because he is very close of you. Does he look to your turn, don't you see it?! Does he look inside of you, is he always there.

There is who does long trips for the stranger in the vain attempt of the discovery of the roads of the love. After very exhausted, the traveller returns and she sees stupefaction that the love waits for him. Will it be that their trips were vain?

So many times that we loved along our lives and we were not corresponded. We were always with the hearts betrayed. We are the victorious eternal slaves of the love.

And those loving ones that they explore seas, mountains, forests, rivers, storms, pursued by all of the misfortunes. And alone in the moment of the death they discover finally what is the love, and they take that divine secret with them.

A love smile is the most wonderful thing than it can happen us. It is as if other being left our interior and it hovered and that he not wants more to return, not to lose those moments and slowness eternally.

To love they are necessary two beings. Cannot a being be loved himself? The love is not only one. Without lovers there is no love.

The wise persons keep the love in their hearts. The fools keep it in the games of their words.

The ones that use the roads of the falsehood of the love, they leave to her passage such desolation that they dry until the plants, everything disappears. On the contrary, the ones that use the roads of the truth find the happiness of the love.