Book: Desert of Love
The doctor more than once noticed that life goes without preparatory ceremonies: from his youthful years, almost all the objects of his adoration disappeared suddenly, increased by another affection or, at best, having left the city for good and stopped writing. It is not death that takes away from us those whom we love; on the contrary, it saves them for us, delays them in their captivating youth. Death is the salt of our love; life is what love melts from.
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MegaMozg 05-07-2021 / 13:06
No, you don't know him because you live next to him. Worst of all, we know our loved ones ... We reach the point where we stop seeing those around us.
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MegaMozg 05-07-2021 / 12:57
Oh, how annoying are those to whom our hearts do not care and whose choice fell on us, while we did not choose them at all! Strangers that we don't want to know about, whose death we would be as indifferent as their lives... meanwhile, they fill our existence.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2021 / 17:18
He was almost terrified that he still had false words born of dead faith.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2021 / 17:15
And yet he did not run away, this boy, whom teachers and relatives unanimously considered capable of anything; his enemies, without giving it, got the better of him: the teenager is defeated because he allows himself to be convinced of his insignificance.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2021 / 17:12
