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I have seen love up close, I have seen it in the great battles of my soul, I have seen it on the corner I pass each day before having a coffee and I have also seen it making its retreat, with headwinds and with downwind. Love never loses, it just flows.

Sometimes we think we’re losing when even our hope is broken and we want to show that we’re strong and that we have so much self-love that we don’t depend on anyone. In the distance you can see how empty we’re without it, how broken, how dead, and it is because it has become a necessity of the soul, because we’re created from it.

We can burn the rose petals, but we’ll never eradicate spring. We can go out to the seashore to fight against the current but it will always win. We are not strong and we are not weak, what we are is a bunker with enough space to endure endless wars, we are a piece of paper on which the most eternal poetry is written, we are that leaf that is born, grows, shines, falls and then turns to dust again.

We are a castaway looking for lady “happiness”, but love is the sea and it can sink us in an instant. We don’t realize that we must stay on the ground and look for it in ourselves before someone else wants to give it to us.

We’re like that story that made our skin crawl for the first time before going to sleep, unique and shocking, but we’re the ones shocked when we find someone with our same story. Love is the ark and we’re only the animals that let themselves be guided by anyone.

We can try to stop loving, but never forget because we are that moment that happened before it became an event, we are past, present and future, we long for a lot and we get excited before it happens.

Benedetti was right in saying that our worst mistake is trying to get what doesn’t come from our hearts out of our heads.

And we apologize for mistakes that we have not yet made, for not wanting to lose those who do not deserve us. And that’s how life goes on, wanting to stop desiring what has always been desired, trying to eliminate the indelible, looking for an answer to that emptiness and asking ourselves at night, am I happy?

Maybe we’ll find the answer when we wake up one Sunday morning and smile for no reason and understand that life was made not to be understood, but to be lived, and the reason we live and breathe... is love.

“That arrow can’t be dodged for long”.