Para Parménides y para mí, lo que es, es y lo que no es, no es.

Aaron AndersonLove never dies or dissipates into nothing, It exists in the air where the lovers kissed, It exists in the paths they walked on, The snow that evaporated stuck on their shoes, The songs they heard on the radio at night The air that passed through their car windows, The clothes that were kept…

via Real Love Never Dies — Thought Catalog

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