for those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: “I lived”. Because they haven’t.... ( * paulo coelho)
over a quick lunch a friend of mine gave a piece of his advice.
he asked me..despite the irrational habbit performed by love.. what is your intention really to this love?
and the i`m quoting the notes above..
and the medicine i had to take is..learn to walk again..and be wounded again..until...
somewhere in time.. i`m not just lived.. i`m immortal....and those who had passed me die for lack of wound.
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