"Love is the most contagious disease. To the sick, anyone recognizes us. Hondas circles ever betray asleep, wide awake night after night for hugs, suffer devastating fevers and feel an irresistible urge to say stupid things. Love can lead, dropping a handful of dust from accidentally casually on the coffee or soup. It may cause, but can not be prevented. Does not prevent the holy water, nor host prevents dust, nor the garlic is useless. There is no government decree can with him, or potion can help with security and everything. On the other hand, we do not laugh when it comes to love what depths of his journey to the top of its flight. Little death, called in France at the culmination of love in an embrace, who snapped us find us together and we lose, it begins and finishes. Little death, the call, but big, very big must be, if born killing us. "
The Book of Embraces. E Galeano
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