Love,
is not only the sound of the words spoken randomly,
for a moment and without thinking.
It’s these other unspoken things, that one can feel
while smiling, while embracing...
(Love) (Love)
(Love) (Love)
Love,
sometimes never comes, ‘cause she passes by without calling
in search for someone to love.
Sometimes, when she comes, she comes too late,
because already somebody else occupies her place.
(Love) (Love)
(Love) (Love)
Love,
knows neither of frontiers, of distances, nor of places.
She has no age. Can get lost
among the people or get lulled in a song,
to smile or to weep...
(Love) (Love)
(Love) (Love)
Love,
means to forgive everything without reproaches and to forget
to start again from the very beginning,
means not to say nothing and go away in silence,
it is to give yourself without expectations for anything in return.