the absence of love debases,
the effervescence of irony increases in the blood, the reign of skepticism.
of course love makes you diamond, in other words:
An idiot.
a confident subject, an open hand, a gaze of light.
but the absence of love makes the most stupid of men perceptive, that is, the one who has not procured the marvelous idiocy of love.
one becomes a front-line empiricist
the bones of the head vibrate in roaring rational hypotheses,
the tongue is a red owl that morphs and morphs pure syllogisms.
because the absence of love makes you mathematical, measured, fair,
unfathomable, cautious, a marvel, a pinturita, a grammar checker, a hard and civilized foam.
only the lover walks with thistles in his hair
and with chimerical animals in the soul.
the absence of love debases, clearly, lights.
love makes you an idiot, the brightest of idiots,
the most beautiful idiot, the most gullible idiot
and fun of the world.