words, words, and nothing but words.
“What makes your spirit choose a woman for you? What makes you look in the eye of that woman and tell yourself: these are good vibrations, whatever is happening, those brown eyes will always make me feel well? What point is that of love, beyond love’s emotions, of vain human passions, beyond the objective hardships of building a genuine companionship between a men and a woman? What point is that it seems to be invulnerable to spells and curses? It has no room for it: i love you. Life amongst gods.”
