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Sometimes I close my eyes, searching for some love; in the sky, in the bag, in myself, but... You can't find what doesn't exist. I can feel, but I can't see; I can't touch, so I can't belive. Some years ago I listened to one stranger talking about love on an old radio. He said 'Love is our weapon'. Weapon? Is he kidding me? What kind of weapon? A weapon of torture?!...
That's fun! All the peoples believe in love, talk about love, say 'I love you' like a 'good morning, sir', but they don't know WHAT love is. What the real love is. But... Whatever. 'Cause I'm not a teacher. I'm not a specialist in love. And I don't love. Cause I also don't know what love is.