What is love?

What is love?

Words, they come and they go.

They Intentions that can only prevail in present time, a verb that can Where actions are meant and dialogue is mean to To be conscientious enough of what must and not be, To be mind, with the other, to think

stay, They are, gone. only conjugate in a perfect tense. be, and by mean I mean. what we should and not say. to each and not for.

What is love?

Baby, don’t wound me, don’t wound me no more Affects, percepts and forces, bigger than us.

Emotions driven by irregular desires on brautistic manners and courtoisick education.

Mind please, to put yourself in the others place, yet not the same. When we love the other before us, when desires come as good intentions, overcome a simple conversation, that is not even ours, because out of our control.

To love ourselves first, and above all.

Relationships must start a conversation with honesty.

This is not you against me or me against you but us against the problem, so to think we must.

What is love?

Baby, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me no more We would like to think of some kind of purity.

We all come with good intentions but for a matter of circumstances, intentions can not be brought as pure, as purposeless, objectless, desireless because we are not deprived of our bodies, of our ambitions, of our stories, of our situations, we come with them, they are inside of us they live in our words, actions, lives, we are them.

Even though, wishings, aspiring, aiming is part of our nature, maybe it’s what hurt us most. Yet, detach from our dreams, we must live on, we must leave on.

What is love?

Baby, don’t mess things, don’t mess things no more Questions we wish we could answer yet answers can not come from a single voice, yet answers as from the heart, are not exact.

Henceforth, the answer is clear, love is beyond spime.

But Ego come as presence, Ego comes as matter, Ego come to be hurt, to be wounded, to suffer, but pain, only a body can know pain.

Love knows no pain, but it’s own resolution.

We come to grasp, to feel, to sens a dimension that is not ours, that we can not imagine because is beyond.

Love is a dimension where we come to mess with our concepts of time and space.

What is love?

Baby, don’t please me, don’t please me no more Contextes we live in, without what, we can not be build without.

Relative to the circumstances of our times, consequences of the words we say. Cling towards edges, sometimes long for centers, far from agreements where forms could be as harmonious and simple, as in a form of love.

Many details and elements that we don’t master get adulterated by the sake of our own convenience. Love is a science that comes from a subject and finish as a design object, still need to be functional yet is only pleasurable.

What is love?

Baby, don’t insecure me, don’t insecure me no more Communication is a tool from where to dismantle ourselves.

To love is to have the courage to confront our own frugality, because is endless and my body is finite. If we could get to a point where our sequences convert into infinite network of passing these needs that are so embed in our bodies. Nonetheless, frighten is this matter, that has been hurted before in echoes of lovers that were not in the sake of that Love above.

But their own designs.

What is love?

I’m not a Baby I’m not a Baby no more To the simple fact that love is an encounter, that might frighten us because is unknown, because it is not a feeling that we can recall or we had once known but how to discern if it was what we needed for?

How to know? because it is not an idea that can be prone as truth because voices are deformed by their time and space.

A place called home, a place called heaven, a place called by it’s name, a place without a name, a place without a word, a place without a sound, a place without nothing still and all everything, a place without anything but everything that you need it to be.

What is love?

Is life

Amor Luz