Why do you think it is easy to have a family?
We believe it is easy which is natural.
However, the sense of naturalness has evaporated by forgetting its law.
So it is about love.
Love is born from the law,
it dies when it is crowded.
Love perishes under the blows of anarchy
which confuses love and hides it.
Love takes on other attires.
How can we believe that it is enough to give in to an emotion to love?
It is no longer love,
but we continue to call it as if to convince ourselves of the contrary.
How to accept spite, weariness, package, frustration?
The procession that follows emotion.
Why don't we know how to love?
Because love is not an emotion.
We no longer know how to look, feel or live.
And we don't know how to pray:
to be with you, and more.
And you have to pray a lot to love.
We constantly become this winged character who has become "left and 5th".
People who have no soul have no family.
Having a family is to unite their souls.
It is the soul that collects strength.
It is the soul that lists intelligence.
It is the soul that discerns in the highlights the path to follow.
People who do not have a soul struggle like invalids.
Who has no soul?
All those, many, who have buried her, buried, braded, back.
We believed that the disdain of inner life provoked the absence of soul ...
The suffocation of the soul ranges everything that belongs to it, therefore inner life.
Like a person engulfed by a chasm tries to survive and grips everything that arises under his hand.
We suffer a lot from the family.
She is not going in the expected sense.
It cheerfully sails in the opposite sense.
The same refuge is repeatedly accessed, the anger
that owns and captivates and distinguishes.
The emotion has and alters the link to the soul.
She ignites the heart, strips it completely and leaves him alone, stranded on her own shore.
He tries to play his earthly score, agitated by emotion, subject to his upheavals
he finds himself dupped, heated and broken.
This is how so many diseases are attributed to him.
The heart interprets the soul.
They are often confused.
The heart borders on the soul and understands that it protects a treasure,
and falls back into the lies of a daily life full of bitterness.
People who have no more souls cannot build family.
The soul must be loved to live.
The soul is full of so much strength and such fragility.
Without love, she stretches and rushes.
She gets up and, discreet, is forgotten.
It makes it a point of honor not to disturb.
Does the soul disappear for lack of love or does the lack of love lead to its loss?
Families ecross until their souls unite.
They learn to love by discovering their souls and letting them brush.
Only abandonment allows this madness.
Love is expressed in this delicacy and fleeting.
Which is to always be won and which is renewed by its use.
Evanescent, like the human condition
dreaming of a better world.
Forcing us, by its singularity and its elegance, none other.
Flashing her soul amounts to loving her madly and losing her and loved her madly again ...
We live with these stains of our shortcomings towards our families.
They fade in front of love as snow in the sun.