Salvador , Bahia , Brazil
I love you so much, my love... don't sing
The human heart with more truth...
I love you as friend and as lover
In a continuous and cruel reality.
I love you kindred, of a calm useful love,
And I love you beyond, present in the longing.
I love you, finally, with great freedom
Inside the eternity and in each instant.
I love you as a bug, plainly,
Of a love without mystery and without virtue
With a massive and permanent desire.
And of loving you like this, too much and so often,
It is that one day in your body suddenly
I shall die from loving more than I could.
"Only in the dreams , is that man can truly be free
It was always thus and always thus will be"
Dead Poets Society