Love

The love and the lovers. Bodies without name in condition of loving. Without precise edge, without limits, one in all, souls that flow in the universe to be loved some day. Does there exists something more than Love? Two worlds clashing, only they can produce hatred and love. Nevertheless the love populates everything, it is the fruit and breath of life, freedom and conscience, desire of the world that demolishes and transforms everything. If the life is a river, the love is the force that goes down the mountain, it is the wind that moves the wheel of the destiny and it is the air that makes the mills of the madness turn infinitely. To give everything is to love, you and I disappear: now we are and though everything is dark, the light of the love will live in us eternally.

from yayart