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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

6/23/2009 12:36:00 AM - Notes on Love

Love is a hand strumming the chords of reality; the vibrations thereof are feelings. Life revolves around this plunking; enthusiastic plucking of the chords is indeed the essence of joy, and lethargic playing, the root of dismalness.

Love is a piano, the symphony of which is joyous, but the young hands playing always manage to get hurt. Who knows the perfect keys to combine; who has the patience to play the whole symphony; who knows how to read the notes?

Love is the color of beauty, the lips of desire, the sound of needy beings.

Love is a clothes moth feeding on our cloaks of security.

Love is mania; amantes sunt amentes.

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