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Love is strange, it's not like the moon walking down that road. It's angry, it's laughing, it's singing. And in us she lives .She lives wandering and not believing in her destiny and she goes through life in no hurry as if her soul is beating, she leads where there is reason and happiness beats with a key but we do not see it and recognize it trying to prick and not help .After all, a woman and a mother they are one and we are only the other half bring sorrow loyalty and love not knowing what to give and do not ask from mom, wife, sister, friend. ..We do not ask for forgiveness for our sons and daughters for what they have done to the whole planet for wars and fires. When will they stop fighting and our sweet women will be free to breathe without fear of explosions and pleasures will wake up conscience after these pleasures.