Nobody taught us to love, yet one day our legs entangled among the rose of love. We lost our hips, so they were pressured by those little Christmas lights that always get tangled. We lost our heart, so crazy living day and night between walls that were not for him. Nor does anyone
taught us to correct our mistakes when we are engaged fully in them. They told us dozens of times, even a hundred. But so obsessed we enjoy our own destruction to forget how to run.
The truth is that people learn to hide, but we remain what we are. We strive to go straight into the pain, believing, perhaps, that we become stronger. And sometimes we succeed, and others we continue headers, making damage until at some point the wall must fall. And yes, sometimes fall, but there are marks on the body that later, hopefully from the smile of a person who does not hide, we will remember. That, and only that, you swear to be a real person.
And that love disrupts the senses and perception of the world. Love makes us hope, to convince, to love in a dream to embrace small, treasure the time and why not, cause chaos in the argument of our writings.
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