Love has an author's signature in lost causes,
Love always begins dreaming and ends in insomnia,
It is a profound act of faith that smells like a lie,
Love dances to the They are to be touched by God or the devil
Be it God or the devil.
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Love is the lost war between sex and laughter,
It is the key with which you turn on the water tap in your eyes,
It is the slowest time in the world when it goes fast,
Love makes its way slowly no matter the lock.
Love It is the arrogance of clinging to the impossible,
It is looking elsewhere for what you cannot find in yourself.
Love is ungrateful,
That lifts you up for a while,
And it brings you down just because.
Love is two in one,
That in the end they are neither
And they get used to lying.
Love is beauty,
That is nourished by sadness,
And in the end it always leaves.
Love is almost always better when it is somewhere else,
It looks good in novels that sell perfect endings,
Don't go, love, even if it hurts I don't want to leave you,
If you are always a mistake because your defects are never seen,
It may be that what I judge is something else, I don't know,
I don't know that my luck has fallen to the impostor.
Love is ungrateful,
It lifts you up for a while,
And it brings you down just because.
Love is two in one,
That in the end they are neither,
And they get used to lying.
Love is beauty,
That is nourished by sadness
And in the end it always leaves.
And it doesn't let you say what you want to say,
Without letting you know that it spits upwards.
It's sitting and watching it pass in front of you
The mortal parade of the corpse of all your dreams.
Love is ungrateful,
It lifts you up for a while,
And it brings you down just because.
Love is two in one,
And in the end they are neither,
And they get used to lying.
Love is beauty,
That is nourished by sadness,
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