Miracle

All our lives we prepare for only one person. Dreamy, idealized, desired, invisible. The touch, however, blows up our primary and brings it into the illusion of that deep river, clothes it in our idea of ​​the feeling of love. It entangles us so quickly that we abandon all our accumulated experience and give ourselves to the other, who has won with tenderness, mercy to show us interest, attention, gifts and meetings. And the journey of the lunatic begins. And love is the sparkling and unconquered with caresses and rituals effective magic that comes to us because the man or woman has sensed his exact half. They vaguely felt serenity and lightness from the touch, from the look, from the radiance. Love is not given as a gift, it is a delight experienced by ourselves. Often it is not external beauty or strength, but amazement. To have all this means unconscious fidelity to oneself, and it is strength.