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as taken it to the end, who has experienced all its forms and charms, he can say that he is not quarreling with Eros.But when, out of an inner hesitation and insecurity, out of a lack of courage and forwardness in your early youth, you didn’t show your love, but you killed the erotic expansions in you, you refused a complete abandonment, what else can you hope for, then, from love?Woe to those who never exchanged a word with their first girlfriend!How will they find words for the second one?And is love reborn?It depends on the man and his sorrows.<blockquote id="d228">Because long sorrows paralyze the momentum of love to such an extent that you wonder if sadness is not a reflex of death, as love is of life.</blockquote>That feeling of internal

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pressure, when you feel how you collect yourself, how the brain is as if tight and the body pressed by internal weights, when every advance dies under the obscure and unclear voice of some calls from black and overwhelming depths, makes sadness a poison that, dripping in love, darkens and suffocates it.Love is essentially open, like a spring flower.And doesn’t the coldness of sadness close the petals of this flower?Sometimes it overcomes love, sometimes sadness, sometimes it mixes in a complex alloy, causing a state of restlessness, when both life and death demand their rights.How sadness attacks the roots of Eros!And why are sorrows only for death?I’m too sad to be born for love!Thanks for reading!</article></body>

PHILOSOPHY | LOVE

First Love and the Philosophy of the Heart

A Thought-Provoking Analysis

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Only first love has value.

Whoever has taken it to the end, who has experienced all its forms and charms, he can say that he is not quarreling with Eros.

But when, out of an inner hesitation and insecurity, out of a lack of courage and forwardness in your early youth, you didn’t show your love, but you killed the erotic expansions in you, you refused a complete abandonment, what else can you hope for, then, from love?

Woe to those who never exchanged a word with their first girlfriend!

How will they find words for the second one?

And is love reborn?

It depends on the man and his sorrows.

Because long sorrows paralyze the momentum of love to such an extent that you wonder if sadness is not a reflex of death, as love is of life.

That feeling of internal pressure, when you feel how you collect yourself, how the brain is as if tight and the body pressed by internal weights, when every advance dies under the obscure and unclear voice of some calls from black and overwhelming depths, makes sadness a poison that, dripping in love, darkens and suffocates it.

Love is essentially open, like a spring flower.

And doesn’t the coldness of sadness close the petals of this flower?

Sometimes it overcomes love, sometimes sadness, sometimes it mixes in a complex alloy, causing a state of restlessness, when both life and death demand their rights.

How sadness attacks the roots of Eros!

And why are sorrows only for death?

I’m too sad to be born for love!

Thanks for reading!