What is love?
Is love sex? Is love passion? Is love
suffering? Is love a feeling, uncontainable and indefinable? Is love flowers,
champagne, grand gestures, beauty, romance? Is love saving the world? Is love
justice? Is love righteousness? What is love, is it distance or is it nearness?
Is it silence or is it eloquence? Is it sureness or is it not knowing? Is it
lust or is it affection? Is it to be understood or is it to be lonely?
Love is so many things at so many times...
Love is so many things at so many times...
Love is simple but hard; it is complex
yet easy. If you are wounded, love is to heal; if you are hard, love is to be
weak; if you are soft, love is to be strong; if you are broken to be broken
together, if you are whole to be whole together. Love is simply this - to stand
with, always. To stand next to each other in the same space whether the
distance is great or little. To look out on the world and know, whether you
stand two feet away from each other or if you stand two thousand feet apart,
you still stand together.
And above all, it is to know that you are alive. Know that you are a thing alive; that
your
body is a thing alive, that it sings
with life, so let your heart sing that song.
Love is to breathe, so breathe together.
Live.
Letra: MG
Fotografia: Edward Burns.
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