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What is love?

Hear the heart that shoots down his throat, the blood boiling like lava flows in the veins, the desire that makes salt and moisten your eyes and everything is there because the only reason for that upheaval that might even break off a lifetime.
E 'madness or love? And love what is, after all?
E 'is the breath that crops, is the paralysis of each word understood, only a smile, a glance, is as powerful as a drug, can make clear to every educated or normal behavior, manages to scream in a crowd, laughing while others staring at you, dancing in the pouring rain. What
crowds, and love.
is there, in the middle of the heart, still, looking at me a moment, a fraction of eternal life, the time of breath.
Ah ... love ...