blonda

(...) " The love is like a desire that by the same nature is deprived what he wishes " and is still private, " even if it achieves his obajetivo ". (...) Only do we wish that it is missing, which we do not have, how we might possess it? There is no happy love, and this absence of happiness is the love itself. If the love is a desire, if the desire is a lack, only it is possible to love what is not possessed and to suffer from this lack; only it is possible to have what is already not missing and that then it might not already keep on loving