Sunday 9 February 2014

Valentine's Day ❤


People say that the love is a thing of children. Because the children do crazy things. Because the children are happy. And because, in the end, the love is inexplicable.

Love made of fragments of time, stolen days, intense hours.
Everything happens too fast...

And if each thing that you live marks your future? Yes, it’s possible that may be a stupid idea, a inutile dream of a person that didn’t have other thing better that make, but, and if it is true?
Each new thing that you live is for a reason.

Love has so many facets that it is impossible to explain them.
Because the love is inexplicable.


‘’There’s only one thing you cannot see
every time you talk.
Millions of things,
there’s only one that you cannot see,
every time you talk…’’