I must confess that I'm afraid to love again.
When I see and feel the love you feel for me,
I look like a fool who does not let love.
Will let me love, but I would love?
are puns, but so different.
be loved and be loving ... seems to me is better to be loved.
The loved one is not has nothing to lose, nothing ventured, let alone love.
But he who is loving ... that runs many risks and losing the essence of his love,
losing his beloved, is discovered as a lover senseless.
The sense is the deeper reason being, that being who has many reasons,
But when I have not love, it blinds and lose sight of the other reasons.
Is the love is what allows you to see?
foolish it would be traveling without a compass,
why you scream in your ear ...
not let you go without love,
who travels without love, loses reason.
January 6, 2011 Bogotá
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