
Talking destroys the effects of love. LOVE isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. No word can close those love-bites. In fact, if the wounds dry up, the words will stop too.
Stephen King, The Body.
Con la libertad, las flores, la música y la luna, ¿quién no sería perfectamente felíz?
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