When we talk about "the city of love", most of us immediately think of Paris, Venice, Rome or another famous metropolis whose romantic stories we know from movies and novels. But to me, none of them are the real city of love. To me, love doesn't mean passionate gestures, big promises of eternal devotion, ardent embraces, torrid kisses, or stormy arguments followed by even stormier reconciliations.
To me, love means something completely different and much simpler. The smell of morning...
Published on April 07, 2012 09:51