Hate and love are reciprocal passions.
She felt the abyss of disenchantment.
A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.
The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.
Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.