Do not fall in love with me. I beg you. Do not do it. Love is a proven
insanity. It will change you. You will lose your mind. Do not fall in love with
me. Do not do it. The world needs common sense to move forward to the dreamed progress.
Do not fall in love with me. Do not do it. Because then you will get used to me.
And I will become ordinary. I am a goddess of love. Let us just talk.
Last year, another of your brother by destiny made the fatal mistake of
falling in love with me. He met me accidentally on a street where I was
passing, following my destiny. He stopped me and asked me what time it was. It
is a banal question, is it not? I answered him. And he asked me to write it on
a piece of paper so he couldn’t forget it. Then he took the leaves with shaking
hands and asked me if tomorrow I would go down this street again and if I would
wear a watch. I said that if my destiny so decides, I would pass through this
street because I love the beautiful flowers on it.
On the next day, my fate decided that I had to go down this street again.
There I met the same strange man who introduced himself as a gardener. He
explained to me that at night he was studying botany and gardening to turn the
street, through which I pass into a rare specimen of horticultural art. He
kindly showed me all the deviations of the street, where exotic plants, bushes,
trees, and flowers had sprung up miraculously overnight. A Bird Choir was
singing in this entire divine splendor. The gardener was kind as a gentleman
who wanted to impress his lady. Then I did not need such a huge dose of
splendor. Suddenly I felt that I was getting sick. The kind gentleman asked if
I felt good and I complained of a headache. I was hoping this would put out his
enthusiasm. However, something else happened. He said he would take care of that.
And I remained calm.
Do you see what love is doing? Do not fall in love with me. I beg you. Do
not do it. Love is a proven insanity. It will change you.
The next day, when my fate decided to go through the paradise, again there
my unknown gentleman was waiting for me. He greeted me politely and asked with
anxiety in his eyes how my headache was. Oh, God, forgive me that I cannot get
out of my image of a goddess of love. The kind gentleman explained that he spent all night studying medical
books, searching old recipes, making experiments in his kitchen lab. For one
night he has become an alchemist sorcerer, mixing different blends to
find the rare and unique recipe that will help me with my headache. Having told
me all this, he took with trembling hands from his bag a box with a golden key.
I seriously thought he would ask me to
marry him. Because it looked like a box with a ring. But he said that this box
contains the magic powder he had prepared this night. The dust had a magical
power. I just have to take the dust and I will never have a headache anymore,
because it is a medicine miracle. I told him that he spent all night trying to
study the medical books in vain because I am better now. But I need to pray
now. He thought a little and left.
And I remained indifferent.
Do not fall in love with me. I beg you. Do not do it. Love is a proven
insanity. It will change you.
Then the strange unknown gentleman, to please me, was transforming himself into
what I needed. He followed me everywhere, explaining to me that the world is a
wonderful place because I am part of it. And he was born to serve me, that is
his mission. So everything else happened. He studied all the religious books to
find the most appropriate prayer to pacify my heart. He prayed with me to bring
the light into my soul. I told him about all my sins, and he consoled me that
he would take care of this. Because his mission is to serve love. I told him
about all my former admirers, and he looked like a saint who volunteered to
suffer terrible suffering to save the love. It has become my shadow, my guard.
He was ready to protect me from all the evil of the world. Because that is how
love commanded him. He was changing the world for me. Because the love is
madness. Meanwhile, the world on my side was still a cold place that needed something
more than just a game.
Do not fall in love with me. I beg you. Do not do it. Love is a proven
insanity. It will change you.
He decided I needed music and poetry. Overnight he learned to play guitar,
and the next night devoted himself to practicing writing poetry. He wrote
wonderful poems that sang with enthusiasm like a troubadour under my window.
Even the birds stopped their songs and listened to his love performances. But I
still did not feel anything.
I just accidentally told him I was cold that I did not feel my heart alive anymore.
He was so worried that he did not serve love well, that the next day in that
same street special lamps appeared to emit heat. Then I told him sadly that I could not withstand
that heat and he put fans to dissipate the heat and to bring coolness. I did
not mind being the goddess of love.
He could be a successful scientist, a gardener, a doctor, a poet, a
musician and even a saint. He was a saint in my eyes. He could change the world
in real. Instead, his personal God commanded him to try to enchant and
fascinate me. I wanted him to give up serving love. I wanted him to stop loving
me, so I could find someone else I would love. But he did not
understand the difference. Because love is a blind madness. Because love is a
strong fire in which if you burn, you will never know how it is possible that
the other feels cold.
Do not fall in love with me. I beg you. Do not do it. Love is a proven
insanity. It will change you.
One day I decided to go another way, following my destiny. And there I met
you. And from this day I am no longer the goddess of love. I am a martyr. And
my dream is following without resisting the force of gravity. You are not doing
anything special to me. On the contrary, you avoid me and even hide from me.
You do nothing right, but on the contrary, you are even rude and clumsy. You do
not write poems for me and you do not sing guitar songs. You do not tell me
compliments and you are not kind to me. You do not plant flowers and do not
study medicine for me. You are not a
saint, no, you are far from that. You are anything but a gentleman. You are
afraid of me because you are afraid of yourself. You never look straight into my eyes. You avoid my eyes
and you even blush. You sometimes disappear for a long time, and I do not have
the power of a goddess to make you appear. But even when you are gone, you are
everywhere in me, my whole body knows you because it has the memories of the
dream. The dream has this power to gravitate where it does not encounter
resistance. I am a sinner. I am not a goddess. Then you appear and you do not
know what to do with yourself. You promise me nothing. You
do not even want to let me see you again. You have no idea how to impress me.
And I do not want anything special, just to talk to you. But my words hardly go
out of my mouth, and you maybe think there is nothing special about yourself that
could impress such an important goddess of love. You are not a brave knight,
but on the contrary, you are so much trying not to reveal much about yourself
that a misunderstanding after a misunderstanding is happening. You do not want
me to see how difficult it is for you not to surrender to the end.
Do not fall in love with me. I beg you. Do not do it. Love is a proven
insanity. You will forget whether it is a day,
whether it is a night. You will forget to eat. You will forget that the world
around you exists. You will see me everywhere. You
will forget to pray. Love will change you. And then you will change the
world around you.
It is late, you whisper, it is late
for my salvation.
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