"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane."
-John Green, Looking For Alaska
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de juventud... y mi amor es un arte de virtud.
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor sin antifaz... y mi amor es un arte de paz.
Mi amor no es amor de mercado, porque un amor sangrado no es amor de lucrar.
Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo, si lo niego o lo vendo, ¿para qué respirar?
Pero te molesta mi amor...
-John Green, Looking For Alaska
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de juventud... y mi amor es un arte de virtud.
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor sin antifaz... y mi amor es un arte de paz.
Mi amor no es amor de mercado, porque un amor sangrado no es amor de lucrar.
Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo, si lo niego o lo vendo, ¿para qué respirar?
Pero te molesta mi amor...
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