lunes, 3 de enero de 2011

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what Love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush! I am telling you some truths. For that is just being "in Love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being "in Love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

5 comentarios:

  1. "Love is free, free is love, love is living,
    living love, love is needing, to be loved."
    John Lennon

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  2. jajajajajaj vaya no sabía quien era quien me había dejao lo de que cantaba jaja ahora ya si jejejeje
    uyy tu también por aqui!! creo que le voy a dar a seguir... jejejeje
    un besoo y feliz año!

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  3. Qué susto al ver la cabecera, pensé que me había equivocado de blog jaja me gusta, es super mona :3

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  4. Otra vez, haciendome que me esfuerce, total para leer, amor, amor, y amor.
    Si es que me he cansado ya de amar jajaja, ahora amo la perfeción jajajajajaj voy detrás de ella.
    Me ha gustado en serio, ayer si deberías a ver sentido orgullosa de lo escrito, como resumen me quedo con la última frase, me ha gustado mucho :)

    "Love itself is what is left over when being "in Love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."

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