The greatest love stories rarely end well, and that's the premise we must leave all that worthy of the name. Whether you talk of love between lovers, love between siblings or between parents and children. No matter whether they are stories that extend over the chapters that seemed to have no purpose or those others that barely reached beyond the prologue, which always left the reader with the feeling of not having time or reach the center pages. Once the index finger has gone, no one in this world that can dare to do or a miserable synopsis. And you can qu blame should fall on the person who can barely keep a graphic novel and embarks on a philosophical treatise than nine hundred pages, I could notsay. But in reality the responsibillity often attributed to the classic antagonist, although, I have had a nice ending the romance between Othello and Desdemona were not for the intervention of Iago evil? I would doubt it, as I would recognize my obsession with Othello and I even dare say that if Romeo and Juliet went to shit is because the stupid not be allowed to fall in love.
However, there are many kinds of love, and some are of a nature so grim, sometimes it seems scary feeling that this is an open to anyone.
I wondered if I wanted so many times that now it's like when you repeat a word until it loses consciousness. It is more a costi-esteem, my confidence, my desire to get out of bed, to do things. To be, why not, as are others. Those who do not live in fear of closing the door and be swallowed apathy and pain.
Whether you talk of love between lovers, love between siblings or between parents and children. The greatest love stories rarely end well.
