More glasses were broken in the name of love than in the name of war.
spears, bayonets, planes, catapults, swords revealed less
human reason than the circumstantial face that love acquired.
more cities have been devastated by the plague of insomnia than by the gunpowder of rage.
Achilles' anger does not bite stronger than the fire of Paris.
war begins, kills, ends.
love begins, kills, ends, resuscitates, begins, kills, ends, resuscitates and once he sees the body in tatters, he hurries and moves to
another skin to other continents where they mistake it for friendly birds and landscapes made of snow and tenderness.
the hard grip of a weapon is nothing compared to the random name with which love wears its alarming coturnos.
a pair of eyes rolling on the cloth of days
causes more spasms than the belly roll of a grenade
on the living room of a house.