The Music Could Even Penetrate His Remote

Love Doesn't Need To Be Discussed; It Has Its Own Voice And Speaks For Itself.

Often, During Combat, The Warrior Of Light Receives Blows That He Was Not Expecting. And He Realizes That, During A War, His Enemy Is Bound To Win Some Of The Battles. When This Happens, The Warrior Of Light Weeps Bitter Tears And Rests In Order To Recover His Energies A Little. But He Immediately Resumes The Battle For His Dreams.

After All, What Is Happiness? Love, They Tell Me. But Love Doesn't Bring And Never Has Brought Happiness. On The Contrary, It's A Constant State Of Anxiety, A Battlefield; It's Sleepless Nights, Asking Ourselves All The Time If We're Doing The Right Thing. Real Love Is Composed Of Ecstasy And Agony.

As She Had Been Walking From The Ward To That Room, She Had Felt Such Pure Hatred That Now She Had No More Rancor Left In Her Heart. She Had Finally Allowed Her Negative Feelings To Surface, Feelings That Had Been Repressed For Years In Her Soul. She Had Actually Felt Them, And They Were No Longer Necessary, They Could Leave.

But Love Is Much Like A Dam; If You Allow A Tiny Crack To Form Through Which Only A Trickle Of Water Can Pass, That Trickle Will Quickly Bring Down The Whole Structure And Soon No One Will Be Able To Control The Force Of The Current.