... Is hard to capture in words.
I believe the reason is:
It was painted to be lived,
it was designed to grow,
to find its essence in transformation,
the deepest feelings and thoughts,
to be cultivated con amore,
yet watered before all told...
... A thousand times it will be told,
maybe even explained.
How could it contain only lines or dots?
Everything is more beautiful if:
When you live it, you,
explore the universal firmament,
and you try to find the best word,
and you learn how to write it over and over again,
but you explore even deeper,
you never stop swimming in the expanse of its calm ocean,
and you try to find a description,
and you learn that the best one is that:
LOVE IS...
