In the gaze of a person in love there is only their love, you can not distinguish a trace of who the object of desire is: the eyes are illuminated by the recognizable light of a unique and universal feeling. It is not joy, it is not passion, it is not exclusivity and not even all these things together. It is the essence of life itself, the absolute emotion that takes breath away. Dualisms as a man/woman, white/black, rich/poor, completely lose their meaning. By its nature, love breaks the rules, shatters conventions and those who want to lock it in social or moral schemes may have never really been in love or remember how powerful and out of the ordinary this sentiment is. I look at the gestures of my friends, their lips, their gazes, and I can not find absolutely anything different.
October 1, 2017