To burn the old, so the new can germinate.
To grow is to leave behind whatever prevents you from travelling.
Traveling is the destiny of the lovers.
The more you love, the more you travel.
Travelling brings the past, but make it alive so it can follow the path of love.
Travelling, leave the past, through living it,
take the parts which can grow into the living life of a lover.
Love, is the goal,
Love, is the path,
Love, is the traveller,
Love, is the unquenchable thirst of the lover.
Love, is the never ending journey.
Love, is the journey itself.
Love, is the destination
Love, is the beginning
And love is all of them and still more.
As love is the never ending story which writes itself.
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