Love cures

19/01/2024 Nilson Lattari

People say that love cures. However, love cures a disease that is generated by itself. Then, this disease is due to a lack of love, and the solution is looking for another one. Because of this, love is able to cause damage and it is the medication inside the same package.
Then, we have to use love in every bad situation in life because sometimes the lack of love is the real disease. Loving your neighbour is a way to spread this medicine everywhere.
We need love as a vice, a miraculous drug, however, it is sometimes toxic, but even so everybody looks for love and drinks this toxic beverage all the time.
Oh! There is no cure for this wound because love is a terrible medication that we drink and don’t see it. It is a physical pain that we don’t feel and we don’t find its origin, where it is, or who installs it. It is a fire that burns and we don’t see it. We feel its heat like the wind and we realize its existence when it shakes the leaves of a tree.
There is no vaccine and there is no prevention against it. Love is in the air to involve everybody and, at the same time, one of them imagines that he is the unique one in the world, and only he can feel it. It is a disease that affects two people or only one, but it can involve three people and this kind of love can end in tragedy. But if love involves a group of people, it can turn this feeling into a revolution.
Love sometimes cures lovers and sometimes it can kill one of them when it suffocates him until the limit of resistance because he doesn’t want to take part in this disease. It is important to quote what some people say: “Who loves doesn’t kill”. And if love kills someone, it is because this love disease is installed and if someone wants to get the cure it is necessary to find another love. How is it possible to fit this situation into reality?
Love is a disease and a welcome contamination. It involves two people and these lovers enjoy this intense disease away from the eyes of the world. They confess they are sick of loving and possessed by an inexplicable passion.
Love is a bacteria, a virus installed in lovers and none of them wants to know the cure. But if one of them decides to abandon this disease because he is jealous, this feeling beyond love, this enemy of passion, turns a valley of desires into a valley of tears.
Welcome love to cure men and women of this terrible disease: loneliness. Love cures when it forgives, embraces, and protects.
How many times do we fall in love and forgive in life? And love disappears like an enchantment, like a flower that finishes its lifespan and turns into a small seed, almost forgotten in the garden. It is there, waiting for a new rain, a new brilliant look to cure deceptions. A losing love needs another love to keep loving: that is the paradox.