There are four sorts of
love in our life: the spring one,
with its innocence, sometimes warm, sometimes tepid, and full of hope like the
flowers that unbutton. We listen the birds singing even when they do not sing.
This is the love which the single sin is being naïve, we blindly believe in the
person and not for few times we get disappointed with him or her, then the summer love comes next, warm,
possessive, sex 24 hours per day and If we make and stand it, like John and
Yoko, this is that one that you kill in the illogical and sudden reaction of
the anger. 99% sex and 1% of the rest. Usually the men’s working head is the
low one, not the upper one and then comes the adultery, many children, divorce,
etc…
Afterwards, like a calm and
ease sea, comes the autumn. We want
more a faithful companion. We have two ears to listen to and one mouth to speak
less, sex on the right measure, more comprehension and less discussion.
In my opinion, the perfect
love is the winter one. This one happens
when we have passed through the largest part of deceptions of other loves and we
have got experienced, the comprehension worth much more, to listen to the
other, the sex is truth, it decreases as the time goes by, but surely you will
have besides a husband, a friend and companion for all occasions. It is a pity
this love is so perfect, but it lasts a short time, because we hit the maturity
with it. We acquire patience, tolerance and we love fully, no defects, because
more than everything is our companion, it is a total complicity, it is when we
arrive to the plenitude of love, that is why it is so short, because it is so
perfect and all perfection lasts a short period.
In the end we already are
beaten, we suffered and got disappointed. The good thing would be the absence
of the perfection of the winter and the follies of the summer, that it was
autumn where we could be lovers and accomplices. In other words, the spring
love sins by the naïveté, not for virtue, not because of the innocence in
thinking we know everything and we know nothing, we’ve barely took out our diapers.
In the summer love, we sin due to the excess because everything is exaggerated.
The spring love for me is the perfect one, because If we know how to drive it
we arrive in the winter love, where usually we sin for its short period of
lasting because we are old and the illness make us companionship. It is so
perfect that when someone from the couple pass away the other goes right
behind, think well, we are talking about true love.
This is a weekly saga in
which I am going to talk about with real examples, but the worst of all of them
is do not know any of them.
Katia Paes
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