“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda,
On a (more) serious note, also on the subject of love, I have to thank Desireé of Mexico for the amazing festival and for taking care of me like a true sister would. The care, passion, love and faith she put in this event, and in every single step she took with me, were beyond gorgeous.
Gracias, mi reina, por tanto!