To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love
anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you
want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not
even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;
avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your
selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will
change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable,
irredeemable.
C.S. Lewis - The Four Loves
Me recordó a cierta canción de Silvio Rodríguez:
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