Love count (a post more than trivial)
Today I reflected on how many references and links, the associations of ideas and conjunctions of thoughts that sometimes happen to do in the space of a moment.
I thought, very mundane and prosaic, I must say, that in fact the love counts. And how.
But not in the sense that it is important to share our lives with someone who fits perfectly our thoughts. Sure, it's important and very welcome too, but I'm talking about more at this time.
I'm talking about love that touches us, that surrounds us, we remain stuck on him, like those for the body glitter gel, shimmering skin that makes us.
mean that love leaves an impression on us every time we touch.
And I thought about how a writer has made this picture so well. Surely many before her and after her will describe the same, maybe better ways, but today I was reminded how Rowling's saga of the protagonist can not be killed by his enemy as long as the love of his mother protects him . Ok, Potteriani before they arise: I also have a Potteriana doc, and I greatly simplified the story, so make lapidatemi;)
I thought about how the smell of love will feel, see and touch.
's useless, as we strive to conceal it, if we pay attention, we can see ad occhio chi passeggia avvolto da un mantello d'amore, chi indossa questo amore come una seconda pelle.
Ed è magico, quasi, notare come ogni cosa che venga tenuta saldamente dalle braccia dell'amore assuma una colorazione diversa, quasi un pò speciale.
E sto parlando di ogni sfumatura d'amore: dalla passione all'amicizia, passando per la genitorialità e la simpatia.
Qualunque forma d'amore si imprime su di noi e ci modella, ci guida.
Chi è stato tanto amato, non sarà mai solo.
Ed è bene ricordarselo, a volte :)
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