No different 

And I must be sincere with you. Yet I will not be direct for words burden the free, cage the wild and confuse the weak. 

I must say that every sunset, every full moon, and every morning twilight, reminds me of some adventure we once had.

Yet this is what time explained to me, wordlessly, where the mystery always hid. 

Adventures are somethings, true love is other thing. But to understand this we must fall blindfolded into the wrecked path, and realize that even though adventures and true love are opposites, these always meet at the exact same corner of the heart. What makes them no different when it comes to run gracefully through the moist sand of the beach, with you.

Yet one is dreamlike and the other, ephemeral.

José Andrés Arvide

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