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Modelo: @Rose Prommasit

We are crazy, we are dreamers who believe that love will give us the wings that will allow us to plan, because no, we are not stupid, although sometimes we almost come to believe that we can really fly, we know that someday we will fall, but that is not we care. We have faith in those wings that do not exist but that the love we feel will give us.


And like crazy people, who we think we are not, as we spend more time feeling that love, we end up trying to convince ourselves that perhaps that fall does not exist for us, for that love. Perhaps that emptiness into which we throw ourselves is not serious, that we are the exception that the rule confirms. We do not stop to think that perhaps what we feel is not love. It is a desperate search for a feeling similar to love, an unrestrained search for passion, for intensity. We simply want to find that kind of love in which, after searching for it, in the end we end up losing ourselves.

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