Hoje quero falar de amor, e também corrigir o post abaixo: a música nao é do The Who, mas do The Zombies!
Em comemoraçao ao amor, vou postar dois textos que nao sao meus, sao de um livro de fotografia ingles, da thames e hudson, chamado love & desire. Vai lá:

Love is a jubilant fountain of affection, that floods the hollow heart with happiness and overflows with joy. Like wind, fire and air, it is a natural element, an instinct to share, the caring heart laid bare. Lovers fill with fascination for each other, and see in the other’s eyes what their lives have been denied, and where their future lie. Infatuation is the adolescence of true love. Romance is the fluttering of the heart, when the other departs. I cannot tame my orphaned heart’s remorse, or claim myself to be my very own, since you have roamed, and love has changed its course. You are the true north to my heart.

Desire is a coveting need, an urgent greedy appetite to acquire and consume to satisfaction. Unlike love which seeks to serve, desire is self-serving and seeks its own reward. Lust is sired by a panicked yearning that erupts in passion and good sense and logic are dispensed. It is a spectre in the skin that leads the hand to sin. Desire dies when satisfied; desire denied multiplies. I can still remember even today the way your shirt was torn and how I glimpsed a treasured hint of your perfect form. And with that quick glance desire was born.